The planes worked better than the Blackhawk for general survey missions.They were quieter and arrived faster without the telltale thump-thump of rotor...blades. When you heard the turbine, they were already over you. The big plus was they didn’t need the detailed inspections every time they returned from flying. The Air Tractor could be refueled, rearmed with a fresh pilot and fly for several days. We had done it.Lorrie agreed and Air Tractor pulled a dozen air frames from the crop duster line. Add in all the studying and everything else, and it just makes sense. Wouldn’t you rather that our last time be an amazing, over-the-top experience? In reality, we’d only have maybe two more chances after that anyway.”“Will you do anything I ask?” she said with an impish smile.“Anything we’ve already done? Sure. If we haven’t done it before, then it depends on what you’re asking.”“Does your sauna door have a lock?” she grinned.I chuckled, “No, a lock would be really dangerous. Nobody will. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whimpered as she felt him swelling inside her. Over and over again, he groaned as powerful spurts erupted in her depths and pooled around him. Spastic, involuntary twitches of his hips sent both of them soaring to new peaks. After what felt like a gallon of cum had pulsed from his throbbing shaft, they both jerked in beautiful agony at the same time, and he slipped free. Gasping for breath, he leaned against the shower wall. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched his wife. Other than that, the General and his married concubine had got away pretty clean. Likewise, had he not opened the courier parcel, he would have never come to know about his wife's affair with her boss. Even the best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry, thought Danny bitterly.Dawn knocked on the guest room door and asked if he was ok. Danny snorted and turned his back to the door without bothering to reply. She might be a self-proclaimed expert in therapy, but he didn't need her reminders. He.