At the next light, we stopped as it just turned red. We had our windows down and I had a perfect view into his window. He looked over and smiled at me...and my heart leaped. He was very handsome. Full lipped and skin the color of coffee with the right amount of cream. When the light turned green, I pulled away and noticed he wasn't going as fast as me, so I slowed down. We got to the next light just in time for red. I acted like I didn't see him and casually glanced over. He was staring at me.. I put my hand on Laura’s back who is still watching my wife. She turns around to me and I kiss her on the lips. I can taste my wife on her lips. She forces her tongue into my mouth and we share a rough kiss. I put my hand between her legs and slide a finger in her slit. She moans than whispers “fuck her now” I spread my wife’s legs and move myself in between. I spread her cunt open and move inside her. This is familiar. It is very good. She is tight and she looks at me with big eyes. “Did you. There is no need to open the door. It has gone in the crash. I need you to put my shoulder back in. Its dislocated. I say. Get out of the plane, Bebe! What about Peter? she says. Lets make sure we are able to get out first. She climbs out. I look at her legs. There seems to be no injuries and she seems to be able to walk ok. She helps me out. Have you ever put back a dislocation? I ask. No, Well. Just hold my arm. Ill twist it. When I shout, push. Push as hard as you can. Ok? I think so. Good.. According to the literature EVERY navy aviator during the war trained on the paddlewheel carriers. Splashing along training carrier pilots in the U-boat infested waters of the Atlantic and Caribbean is a very good way to make a U-Boat captain extremely happy. Every operational carrier was needed in the combat zone.End of Rant.We accumulated hours behind the stick at a phenomenal rate. Rather than suffer through the hundred hour teardown, the Navy replaced our tired engine with a brand new one.