I put on my white tutu petticoatwhich mostly hid my stocking tops. I touched up my makeup, particular thelipstick which was a terrible mess and put on...the dress. I looked atmyself in the mirror - yes it was short - it didn't cover my stockingtops. I put my stilettos back on.I tied the apron around my waist and brushed my wig. Then I fixed the lacyheadband in my hair and I was done. A last check in the long mirror. Mywatch said 12.25 so I had enough time to prepare lunch.I went carefully down. He hurt from head to foot. His body had been thrown across the cockpit by the violent manoeuvres during the fight and, although he had been unaware of it at the time, he was bruised from hip to shoulder on both sides from the impacts with the cockpit coaming, radio and ammunition racks.They landed safely at Bertangles and Pinky brought the wounded RE8 slowly up to the flight line. A crowd of officers was rushing towards them shouting. Phillip felt weary to his bones and heaved himself out of. I struggled to contain my tears. "Why do you cry?" he asked pleasantly. "Because you are going to spank me, Captain," I said. "I have not begun." "But you are about to," I cried. "I am crying because I know it will hurt." The captain seemed amused by my answer. "Perhaps I shall be gentler this time." But he was not. His spanks were as hard as ever and he laughed gaily as he pounded on my bottom. The blows made me bounce around on his lap as I wriggled and tried to escape the punishment,. Not that I am complaining, mind you, and if there was any doubt in my mind, it quickly melted as she pulled down my underwear and closed her hand around my cock. “It's sho big” she cooed, gently jacking me off. “Ish it becaushe of me?”Of course it was, but I wasn't going to admit that to my drunk sister,“Just suck it Deanne” I grunted.She smiled at me and lowered her mouth over my cock. A second later, her ruby red lips touched my pubes and a gagging sound confirmed that my cock was now deep in.