She screens the incoming number that we make public.“A Russell Brown. Wants to know something about the airfield.”“Thank you.” I punched the a...tive line. “This is Bill Simon. Can I help you?”“Your phone number’s on the sign for that old crop-dusting strip?”“Dukes Field?”“Yeah. I saw the new sign. Heard somebody on the radio landing there a week or so ago.”“That’s us. Could’ve been any of several people...”“Oh, I’m bein’ rude. Russell Brown. People call me ‘Russ’. I fly a Piper Warrior. I have. She place’s her hand on my shorts and said “let the food go down first then we can go to my room” then she kissed my cheek and went into the front room, an hour past when Patsy stood up with her panties now tenting from her hard cock “ready Danny, I’ll meet you in my room” I jumped of the couch and followed her to her room “let’s begin Patsy” as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into a deep kiss as our cocks touched even though we were still wearing clothes, she pulled at my top. Eine zierliche Rothaarige, jugendlich-schlanke Figur, lange glänzende Harre und ein bemerkenswertes Dekolletee, soweit ich das auf dem Foto beurteilen konnte. Sarah war ihr Name. Daneben wirkte ihr Verlobter Dave gerade zu lächerlich durchschnittlich mit seiner mittelmäßigen Statur und dem teigigen Gesicht. Er war noch dazu deutlich älter als sie, schon Mitte 30, mit Ansatz zur Glatze. Der einzige plausible Grund der mir einfiel, wieso Sarah sich darauf einließ, war das Vermögen in Daves. “Wait, Isabella, just a minute I want to tell you something.” I said while, once again, stuttering. She asked, “What’s the matter, baby? Is something wrong?” “No…I just…. have to tell you…that…this is my first time.”She looked at me with wide eyes. Surprised at first but not disappointed or like she thought that was funny or anything.To my amazement she said, “So, its my first time too. Don’t worry.”Could have fooled me. The way she was acting was as if this was her career. She didn’t say.