She said nothing; her eyes were cast across the room, watching the bartender as he prepared her drink.They were served, and Susan took a healthy slug ...rom her glass. Before the liquor could possibly have had any real effect, she visibly relaxed, arranged herself in the far inside corner of the large booth, and waited for it to do its work."O.K.," she said, finally. "Last Friday - 'week ago Friday -- Emma and I were having lunch near here, outside, right across the street -- there." She gestured. “Not your day is it?” gloated George, still unaware of my discovery.“Right, you nasty bastard” I thought, “I’m going to finish you off and fuck up your day too”. I wrapped a second hand around this prick’s prick and began wanking him harder, squeezing it tighter. I sucked on his balls and didn’t take care with my teeth. This only turned on the bastard even more and he began breathing rapidly.“I’m coming”, he gasped, “In your mouth... take it in your mouth”I moved his knob into my mouth and he. We make plans to do it again sometime, and I can't wait... Another Friday night. We'd planned to get together and walk to the fair downtown. Again, the laughs, and drinks helped add to the night I'd looked forward to all week. As we walked, we sort of played around, flirting. some laughing, and playful shoving, having an all around good time. Watching you this way is great. Any chance to touch you, even "playfully" is the highlight of my month. I have no idea what's going on in your mind, but. "Night" flying hours technically began at sundown, and it was still pretty light out as we lifted off just as the sun sank below the horizon. I had planned our flight out to the northwest, which would take us diagonally across the base and up toward the Land between the Lakes, a park operated by the Tennessee Valley on the high ground between the Cumberland and Tennessee Rivers where they were impounded behind hydroelectric dams. The first 10 miles of the flight were over military property, and.