Dale must be more permissive than he thought. Maybe she had just worn away at him over the years.Sara’s mom called out that dinner was ready and the...three of them made their way to the dining room. Wayne had never seen a family that actually ate around a dining room table. He and his parents usually just ate in the kitchen. But with the Myers’, formality was important. Dale, of course, was at the head of the table, his wife at the foot. Sara and Wayne sat across from each other at the middle.As. Because of her experience she would be flying the lead aircraft in our two plane flight.The Aviation Brigade was now composed of two types of pilots. The majority of our pilots were generalists who moved from one aircraft type to another based upon the needs of the moment. Some, such as Norma, were cleared to specialize in a specific aircraft. Those few pilots were expected to become experts and leaders in those types of aircraft. Eventually as the number of pilots increased there would be more. His wife wouldn’t be home and when my lil slut showed up at his house as planned any small talk was short lived. Calling her Pocahontas, his nickname for my wife, Joe motioned her toward him. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. “He’s a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss,” she whispered. I asked what she was thinking about as they were about to fuck? Without hesitation she responded, “How many times I’m gonna cum on his cock.” She confirmed that she had. He released my knees from their restraints and told me to get down fomr theexamination couch. Standing in front of me, so calmly and powerfully self-controlledwith the crop still in his right hand, I felt in awe of his presence and commandof me. Naked, abject and subdued with tears in my eyes and so desperately wantingto abase myself further, I looked up to his eyes for approval and acceptance.I could see the glint of lust in his eyes and I wanted so wildly to pleasehim that I was about to.