It is a fair distance away. There is a bus service, but it takes nearly an hour for the trip.”John asked, “Do the RAF not provide a direct bus? I ...hink they do sometimes.”She explained, “There is a non-scheduled bus, but it is one-way, from the terminal to Oxford, for military personnel and families only.”John blinked, frowned, and responded, “Surely the bus has to return from Oxford to Brize Norton?”Mrs Turnbull looked embarrassed. “Perhaps, but this is the information I have on the local. When it seemed he could not tell where the road should be, she whispered, "I shall guide you." She then guided him through the winding turns and along slippery surfaces, until the storm had passed and he saw the sunrise of another day. The angel also held his hand, when he went to see his sick dad one day. When he looked into his dad’s face, he wondered if he would be with him for another day. He trembled at the thought of loosing him. He felt the angel‘s presence surround him. "I have been. I don't know what had happened between her and Phil but the truth is I didn't care, I had an opportunity to make her mine and I was going to take it. The days couldn't pass quick enough, until finally, Saturday was here. All week I'd thought about this night and finally here it was. I was like a c***d on Christmas, full of hope, excitement and brimming with energy. I couldn't contain myself and decided I'd head up to Amy's earlier than planned just to make sure I arrived on time. On the drive. Playing with her with my mouth and fingers or her toy.Feeling her kitty spasm around my finger. Like waves rolling onto the beach. Watching her use her toy while I kneel or stand stroking my cock. Stopping to taste her sweet musky juices.Her pink lips open grow darker red. Milkly clear fluids foam and leak from her. Coating my cock or her fingers. Something else I crave. Feeling her pussy clench and relaxe around my stiffness as she climaxes with me inside. Letting her enjoy the sensations her.