She wanted to slide over on the seat to sit closer to him, but that was impossible. On the seat between them was the trophy that had been won by the t...uck. He was so proud of the trophy and rightfully so. It represented the culmination of a lot of work.She knew that Jerry tended to think of this truck as an extension of him. Rebuilding the truck had been therapy, with each improvement of the truck representing an improvement in him. She had witnessed his anger once and it had scared her, but. She groaned and threw her head back, looking up at me with wild, passionate eyes.I kissed her neck and she went to say something, other than lustful exclamations but she couldn't; she was panting almost as much as me and I felt myself near the point of no return.Abi moaned, and screamed, still saying that she loved me and kissed me as I felt her hole tense around my cock and vibrate as she squealed loudly. It was all I needed and I squirted deep inside her.We rocked back for a few moments and. Just take this as motivation to try and work harder on your potty training, okay?" She got a half-hearted nod from Christy after that comment, which prompted her to give Christy a reassuring pat on the back. After that, though, it was back to work for the next step. "Alright, now hold your arms up for me."That comment received a bit of a confused look from Christy, who nonetheless did as she was told and held her arms up. Stacy smiled and grabbed the hem of Christy's shirt, lifting it up and. ”“Oh yeah?” the old guy said. “What’s the deal?”“Better I should let you see for yourself.” I smiled. “Trust me.”He looked at Carl. “What she said. Good stuff.”Presently the radio speaker on the outside of the office blatted, “Uh, Howard County traffic, Pilatus zero seven tango sierra, five miles west for landing on one-niner.”“Girl’s voice,” the old guy said.“That’d be the co-pilot. Dana. She’s sixteen. Student,” I told him.“Oh, that’s interesting.”“Trust me, it gets better.”We watched the.