" John," I said. "I'm going to be gone most of the week with this airplane, is that all right?" It's yours, use it all you want. We've got your plane ...eserved all week anyway. Use the fuel card in the pouch and make sure you have anything looked at that needs it."I let the guy on the airplane and he sat in the back and buckled up while I did the inspection. This was the first time I had flown the 200 without someone to read the checklist for me so this was a new experience for me. I made up my. ”I nodded and grinned at her, “I didn’t think you would object.”“Not bloody likely. I sighed with great relief that she let us go,” Cora said.“Well we do have to go back, but I’m planning on not staying any longer than it takes to tell her that I’ve met my side of the deal.”“I agree,” Cora said, nodding emphatically.To change the subject, I asked Bea what she had been prospecting for. She grinned, pulled a pouch out of her pants and tossed it at me. I opened the bag and tipped several of its. Not sensuous, yet reminding her of her existence, stimulating her presence in the here and now. Her attention focused on the surroundings. Faint fragrances, subtle colours in the sky and the vegetation. She thought 'I feel quite chilled', and immediately shivered, making her smile at the humour of it. Down below, on the bottom path, she noticed two lovers strolling, enjoying time together. She followed them with her eyes, enjoying being unseen. When they stopped, she sensed their arousal. As. .fuck me fuck my arse hard. We did balls deep tugging on her hair spanking her hard and as fast as her backward thrusts, my cock couldn’t have got harder sliding up that velvet tunnel gripping me so tight. Sweat poured off both of us flying across the room in a steady spray. Helen kept pushing back her fingers wringing her own clit like it was a small cock, fuck yes she screamed harder fuck my arse I’m your slut do it. I tried hard to prolong it, but we both felt it building up...fill my ass.