‘There,’ the voice continues. ‘Your hands on the table. That’s right. Perfect. Look what’s here!’ The man drudges his head upward and noti...es all the feminine attributes the voice described earlier. ‘They will now come to life,’ the voice boasts. ‘I bet you never saw flying lipsticks!’ ‘No,’ the man mutters. ‘No.. please.’ ‘What a beautiful blonde you are,’ clapping can be heard. ‘Look at those curls! Look at the fringe!’ The journalist’s body assumes a vertical position. ‘That’s a girl. This. . after we run the checklist.”“Woman ... you have a one track mind.”“Only on the important stuff ... and the list is important ... it’s my life ... anyone who trusts their life to flying is crazy,” I said. “These planes,” I nodded at the SNJ, “were assembled after the War. The mechanics and construction crew weren’t in as big a hurry then.”“Safer than driving to the airport.”“Oh ... that’s for sure.” I said, “I watched a Tube about an AG pilot ... crazy skills ... he used to fly with his wheels. I looked at Carrie and tears were rolling down her face. I wanted to hold her.“Well, I see that Carrie is not happy about it.”Greg looked at her and said, “Oh, she’ll come around. She just doesn’t like change.”“No! I will NOT change! I will NOT move to Seattle! I’ll hate it there. I want a divorce, Greg.” With those words, she abruptly left.Greg's face turned red as he said, "Did you hear that? She wants a divorce rather than move to Seattle!"“Hey! Leave me out of it. Carrie has a mind of her. She locked her legs around me and started begging me to fuck her harder, to fuck her faster and to make her cum.What with her superb blow job and all the sex I'd had with Mary over the weekend I knew that it would be a while before I was going to be able to squirt again. There wasn't any way that I could sustain high speed and hard fucking for the eight or ten minutes that it was going to take me so I did what I thought might keep her happy. I alternated bursts of hard and furious fucking with.