Now I was used to this b**st but they weren’t and I was getting concerned as both of their breathing increased so I suggested that maybe we should t...y and get out, Jo was breathless in the swirling torrent, “YES! YESS! YESSS!” she cried out and as my grip on Charlies balls tightened her must have agreed, “OMG YESSS!” he cried and I think Jo was starting to get scared as she gripped my cock with some force.Things seem to quieten and both Jo and Charlie got back to some kind of normal breathing. They had to be launched during the bottom of the upswing loop and subsequent roll over to get the plane headed in the opposite direction or the heat-seeking missiles would see them first and run up the tailpipe. So as a fighter it was the worst ever designed, but as a test bed for new technology that allowed the SR-71 to come into being it was excellent. That aircraft could do things that no other aircraft could do. The pilots and RSO (Reconnaissance Systems Officer or Operator) wore. “I'm sorry,” I replied “I guess I was just excited to see you again.” My mind raced, did that sound too forward, was I overplaying my hand.“Oh.” Jenny sounded puzzled, and I could tell she was still a little bit embarrassed. “I am the one who should be sorry about last time.”“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Don’t be sorry” I said.“You probably think I am the worst person.” Jenny said. “I don’t want to get you involved in my own problems.”“Problems?” I inquired.“I think Joe. Ramsay is dead; he fell down the stairs at Winson Green and broke his neck." I didn't know what to say as I was shocked and scrambled thoughts rushed topsy-turvy around my mind. Was this an unexpected accident or was this the plan; a plan I had not been told about. Mum told me all that the prison authorities had told them and we agreed there could well be further information as soon as they had investigated the accident. Mum used the word accident, yet I was convinced that this was anything but.