Jake sat back in the couch and looked around the room, he was still blushing. “So can I ask you something?” “Yeah, sure, ask away.” “Are you...gay?” “No,” I replied smiling at him. “Why do you ask?” “Well I just thought,” Jake stammered a little. “You know if you want me to work here but be in my underwear, you know.” “Yeah I know,” I laughed. “But Jake, one doesn’t need to be gay to enjoy the beauty of another.” Jake blushed redder, but smiled his big toothy smile. “What?” I asked. “You think. I have my FAA examiner on board. I have zero ... repeat ... zero electronics Nothing works. Last heading was west south west. Gliding. Mountains to west. Cessna NCXXX is base white with red trim. I have a battery powered handheld with unknown battery life. Departed Front Range on license flight. Examiner shut down engine ... no restart.“Lamar Tower. Intentions?”“If I can find a golf course ... wait one.”I asked the examiner, “Is that a beacon I see to the southwest?”He squinted. “Yes.”“Lamar. And she was not clothed at all, as her chattering teeth reminded her from time to time! She considered picking up the long-haired cat again, but remembered his partiality for her firm young maidenly breasts and thought better of it.When she came to the road (East Heath Road), she decided that it would be best if she did carry the animal, in case a late night motorist might drive by and maybe run him over or frighten him back onto the Heath. This time, thanks be to heaven, he was a good cat and. She licked all around the base of my penis, her nose drifting into my un-trimmed pubic hair. One wet fingered wriggled back between my legs and found my anus, applying gentle pressure in small circles while she mouthed my balls and polished my cock. It was transcendently erotic.All at once she stood up and dropped her panties to the floor."I want you to fuck me," she whispered, pulling me in close to her body. I felt her tummy press against my wet cock. Soft, trimmed pubes rubbed back and forth.