It was amazing to see how many various projects were in progress at the same time.The next area we went into seemed crowded. There were four groups al... concentrating on what looked to be a skeleton helicopter body. Wes explained that each group was working on a specific method of quieting rotor noise or getting better performance. There was also another group surrounding an aircraft body that looked like a flying ray fish. This thing was not that big, but appeared to be ready to leap into the. .."What do you want, baby girl?" I...I want Daddy to ruin....ruin my sissy fuckhole, please Daddy?" Ibegged"Push.." He said, as he tugged firmly on the large plug...I did,feeling that incredible stretch, you know the one..the one that seemsto course through your body radiating out from your special place...asthe plug made it to it's widest point, Daddy being so gentle to nothurt me and make sure I could take him in later...Out the plug came and he moaned "Fuck yes, you little fucking whore"Omg. Dukani loktake mone holo se bishshash-e korte parse na. jiggesh korte dukani amaderke trial room dekhie dilo. Ma khala dujon-e ekshathe duklo. Ma berie elo prothom amak dekhanor jonno. Patla sharir nich die pora bra tar fola buker kisui jeno dhakte pareni. Ma achol fele ghure ghure amak dekhalo. Ami take thumb dekhie ishara korlam, thik ase.Khalao elo tar porei tar bra ta shosso, debe thaka bota r til poriskar dekha jasse. Khala jiggesh korlo kemo? Ami bollam, sundor. Besh kisu bra panty r. Shame. Respect. Discretion. Cowardice. Yeah, probably cowardice.Marion was about fifteen years older than me at the time – she was just about fifty. I knew her from the local library where she worked. She was witty and intelligent and also quite religious.On occasions I would have a coffee with her and she would make me laugh with tales about the people who would come into the library. She also had some interesting theories and observations about life she would come up with and which made me.