There’s one more passenger to move. You handle her while I check on the pilot. He may be injured or dead. I couldn’t tell when I last looked. If h...’s dead, I’ll be back to help you; otherwise, I’ll probably need your help with him.”Ed went back to the cockpit and found the first officer still sitting where he had been when Ed first saw him. He was crying, but that was no great surprise. Ed leaned over and checked for a pulse on the captain. Nothing. He tried again for a pulse in a different. Can a woman who is drunk feel that she’s been fucked? Damn, I thought I was going to get caught in the morning. I opened the car door and started to ease Mom out but she seemed heavier now. I glanced up at the bedroom window and knew that Dad slept like a log. Sexual thoughts returned to my head. I might get caught in the morning, but this was now. I reached around Mom and felt her tits now with both hands, pretending to be trying to help her out of the car, and realizing how great they really. ."He said, "My cock's hard again...it's hurting.." Ok,"I said gently, "Hold still and I'll make it better.."I sat stride him, my legs shaking as his cock slid deep into me and a rocket of pleasure shot through my insides."Harder."I told him, "As hard as you can..."He started to thrust against my body, his cock moving in and out of me hot and fast, every time he hit my insides I was closer to coming. He was suddenly a very willing patient, obviously feeling better with all the stimulation.But I. He had their cell numbers and might check back in a few weeks when their schedules put them back in town. It had been a year since he’d returned from the trip to Bahamas and John Smith was stronger than ever. His agent count had doubled, and things had finally returned to normal, accept that his sexual appetite had become insatiable. He was having sex five to seven times a day and with the amount of energy his agents were transmitting to him on a regular basis he was able to rest easily.