"Follow me close, Charlie. I'm out of a physical and a biennial review." I'm right here with you, Alan."I ran the throttle forward and we rolled, then...lifted off. At a thousand feet above ground I asked Charlie, "Where's the practice area?" Oh, south, about five miles. Give us five thousand feet above ground." Okay," I said. I trimmed us for climb, feeling for any unexpected tugs or unbalance in the controls, listening to the engine at full throttle, watching gauges. All good.In the practice. " he whimpered.I ignored him, sucking and licking more greedily."PLEASE, STOP!" he yelled, unable to bear my sucking of his now very sensitive cock. He rolled onto his side and I looked at his muscular ass. He lay there panting and regaining his composure. I crawled closer and pressed my cock between his cheeks, spreading them with my right hand.I slid into him like a hot knife through butter.He moaned and turned to look at me, a worried look in his face.I pushed deeper inside him. The warmth. Before she could react, I cupped her mound while sliding a finger up her camel to her obvious clit, quickly pulled her panties aside and fingered her married pussy right there on HALLOWEEN STREET, at dusk, while unnumbered and unnoticed people watched. She gasped deeply, froze with her hand still extended, now touching my chest.Her mouth fluttered, but no sound came out. Her eyes closed and she sighed as she so obviously enjoyed my finger slowly penetrating her damp sex. Her knees shook and I. I feel sexy, horny and wanton for what I’m about to do.I keep urging myself to relax and make things happen faster and suddenly there it is, the first trickle, the first appearance of golden fluid that soaks into my dress almost immediately. I watch it happen, completely enthralled by it. It’s so fucking warm – hotter than hot water. I squeeze my bladder and the flow increases. This time the flow soaks my dress and I feel my pee get sucked into the fabric around my breasts. It slowly engulfs.