B. to come out and play. He rigidly refused until I undid my belt and opened up the whole front of my pants.“Aaaaaah, nice,” she sighed as she sta...ed at my cock, licking her lips. “He’s even bigger than I always imagined,” she added. “Ready? Begin!”She lifted her skirt again with one hand, licked her fingers on the other hand and began stroking her pussy. ‘Bushwhacking’ I would have called it, except she had no bush.“Come on, Mr. B. Ooooh, yes,” she growled as she watched me begin to fist. My pussy pulses a little, catching me off guard.Pausing for a minute to catch my breath, you look down at me. "Please don't stop, make my cock bloody, please baby," you moan.Happy to oblige, I sc**** my nail from the head, under your cock, to the base, then around your balls. Your hands are balled up in fists, held tight against your thighs.I continue the journey back, pressing harder, drawing a little blood along your cock. You groan my name through gritted teeth. My hands surround your. “Ohhh,” she said.“Ahhh, “ he replied.It was not an earth shaking orgasm for her, but it was a good start. She fell forward onto his chest and they hugged and kissed for a while. Faith’s kisses brought his flagging staff back to the full upright and locked in position. Still buried in her, he rolled them over until he was on top. Jake took a couple of exploratory strokes to see if Faith was still game. She showed him she was still with him by matching his thrusts with ones of her own.Faith. .”“I can’t run it like anything else I’ve flown,” I said.“Yeah. Do that.”Right after breakfast we had everybody and everything on board. I’d met all the techs we were bringing for the job. After all, we all work together. They know I fly. I gave ‘em the pre-flight briefing. Advised them about buckling in, reminders about the headsets and intercom. Locations of barf bags. “You puke on my plane, you’re gonna meet a bucket and sponge.”Don’t misunderstand -- I LOVE flying, and there’s a lot of.