As our road is dark I carried her nude inside the home and locked the doors and smooched her madly and never let her make me nude.She then started beg...ing me baby baby remove your cloths pls pls and she herself came and made me nude then she was all over me and kissing and hugging me tightly and never let me go anywhere by holding me tight and biting me here and there she now sat on my face and made me lick her cunt and started to moan like aaahhh aaaaahn hhhhh hhhhh hhhhh hhhh hhhh hhhh hh hhh. We learned all this the hard way. All of us, were just learning how to fly a jet fighter, see? At first, the Americans were no better at flying them as us. We were all students even though most of us flew in the great war. That experience was like going from biplanes to space ships in one hop. You must short out your brain. Too much thinking and the enemy's got you. The best pilots do this by instinct." You never got shot down?" I have the fighter's instinct. Roll over, down to the deck. We all. She had moved her hand back on my cock. She bent it down to hit her skin. She moved it right on her pussy. She moved to the side to let my cock go under her pussy and between her thighs. She smiled again. She grabbed the soap out of my right hand. She soap my muscular chest. She pinched my erect nipples. She put some soap on my hands. "I might have missed a spot. You better check me." she giggled. I moved my hands on her breast. I pinched her nipples just like she had mine. I smiled when she. She tried to scream and disconnect, but I held her tight. Her muscles were rippling and quivering trying to adjust to the large foreign object they were now forced to endure. After several minutes her body had stretched and accepted my manhood. I considered fucking her wildly until I came, but opted to do it right. That lessened the chance of her running to mommy, and made it more likely she would return. So I pulled and inch or two out and slowly put it back in. I repeated this until I was.