She starts pushing, and I feel she needs much more force to push it through.It hurts more then the small needles, and it's a bit different pain from t...e ones in the head.But still I love it, and I crave for more. And I get what I want. Another skewer goes through, crossing the previous one. Then a third, slightly higher, and crossing in between the other ones. The fourth follows in the same manner.The pain is hard, but I can take it good.It makes for a magnificent sight, but not half as good as. His tongue worked at his lips and his knuckles whitened as he clenched and unclenched his fists."Man, what pretty knockers!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Real gone jugs!" Feel them. Come over here and feel them." I dropped into my chair again and leaned back like a duchess. He came to me, kneeling beside the chair and feeling the round, warm smoothness of one boob. His fingers explored the rubbery, moist surface of the nipple, rolling it between them and pulling it outward a little to see it. Bjorn had the right seat, Cindy the left, making Bjorn the pilot. Helicopters are backwards in that regard.I listened on the headset as he talked her through startup, then, “I will handle takeoff. It is quite different than fixed wing.”I’m thinking ‘no joke’.He gave her almost an hour of the envelope, letting her try her hand at hover, sideways flight, those things that helicopters can do, right down to following him through a couple of landings.When we shut the noisy thing down she was. I also said I’d love for her to feel it but I didn’t say anything else. I so wanted to explain to her that she could feel it and stroke it and do as she pleased with my cock but it would all have to be on an anonymous level. How am I going to get away with that I asked myself? “How do I know you?” she said in another email. “If there is any way, at all, you and I could get together, I am all for it” she went on to say. I told her I’d get back to her on it. It wasn’t as if she and I were going.