All complete with operational instruction. The three main navigational aids. The Kansans had the mounting post and navigator table, and the little pla...tic bubble to see out of.“O Fuck ... I’m lost.” That would be interesting.“Hey Joe ... fly higher so I can get a fix.”In a hangar corner was a training Cocker Wheeler mount in its own steel tube stand. There is enough room for head and shoulders between a pair of .30 cal Brownings. I imagined leading a FW 190 and blazing away at it. I am given to. She pulled my dick out of her mouth just long enough to say to me “you know you want too.” Taking my cue I wrapped my fingers in her hair and got a good grip. She sat there awaiting my guidance, so I gave her a tug and away she went. She only proved that guidance from me was unnecessary. Taking over control I had my way with her mouth. This bitch was amazing! No matter how hard or how deep I pounded her throat, she never missed a beat. Feeling myself on the brink of cuming and not wanting to. I waited till 20 mins, since I was very afraid. I then lifted my head and saw all were asleep. I slowly cam to the edge of the cot and dropped my right hand below. It touched the navel part. My heart pounded, I was afraid like hell. I kept my hand there for sometime. Then I gathered some courage and patted her cheeks, she didn’t respond or stir. Again I patted her hardly to confirm that she was sound asleep. Then I knew she was all for me. I was still afraid that anyone can wake up and switch. This morning, for instance. We kneel round his bed, and we hold his head and we are so sad. No one would believe about Julian. No one would believe we could have done such a thing. They would say we were faux necromancers. And that would not be true. But it is true, we’ve lied to him for some time now. It’s the only way we could keep him with us, for the lie must always continue. As do ours. We are more selfish than Julian. I dreamed it up. He would have gone mad if he had known the truth..