Like me, Carol was quite fond of some of the Russian composers. In moments the muted strains of the orchestra began to fill the room. I caught movemen... out of the corner of my eye, and turned. Carol was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a silk kimono I’d given her as a present the previous week to celebrate her birthday. Her twenty-second, as it happens. She’d brushed out her hair so that it hung loose about her shoulders, and she smiled when I caught her eye, moving towards me, the silk. I had taken two calls during the morning mat session. One was from Frank; that lasted 10 minutes in Arabic. He wanted to move up the C130 flights by a day and extend it by a day. The pilots had already agreed but he wanted me to OK it with Lorrie."Chicken," I kidded.With the new pilots there was no problem on our end. Jack had signed approval on the instrument check rides yesterday and felt sure that he would on the remainder of them today.I found Lorrie and brought her up to date on Frank's. "Good morning 'Uncle Willie'," came the familiar voice of Susan Johnson, "we decided to bring you breakfast in bed. Hope you don't mind," she giggled, "but the menu is pretty limited. It's cunt or cunt!"Bill pushed the girl who had dropped her pussy onto his face far enough off him so that he could see what he had previously only been able to feel. Susie riding his cock the only way a sex mad sixteen-year-old slut could. Enthusiastically. He thrust up into Susan Johnson's pussy and took the. " Can't help you there," laughed Sarah, conscious of the fact that Amelia hadn't let go."Hmm, I wonder if when you get a lap dance they let you touch the girls' tits," Amelia pondered out loud. "Then I could feel some fake ones and I'd know." You're terrible," Sarah laughed. She shifted slightly so that Amelia's hands moved from her breasts. Reluctantly Amelia pulled her hands back."Feel mine," she insisted, "see how much nicer yours feel." It's ok," Sarah said, but Amelia insisted and took.