But then some guy smacked her on the ass, one of the guys who'd been flirting with her. She shivered visibly, and flushed with a heat I recognized as ...urning lust. It was a weakness of hers. I knew it. She tried to conceal it, but I could see it in her eyes as she looked down at the guy. He'd unlocked something most guys could only dream of. My guts burned as the two of them stared at one another. Then she shook her finger at him, as though he were a naughty boy, and she sat down again. She was. Finally he let go and I leaned backgasping in air.Ben also wanted to be comfortable and when I saw his dick I knew my husbands hadto be small since this seemed to be the norm at about eight inches. I noticedMarcia was looking back and forth at Ben's hard dick and Bill's soft one intotal fascination.Ben liked to be teased he wanted me to lick his balls to move them around in thesack and lick his dick all over before putting it in my mouth. I again tried tosuck hard and fast to get it over with. Moans and sighs fill the room as our writhing bodies move with reckless desire. Rough fingers trail your come in a wet path up your body as my hand returns to your soft breast. Your own hand comes up and covers mine, squeezing against it, closing our fingers tightly over your breast as your need intensifies. My cock is plunging into your cunt, splitting your lips apart with its girth, probing the depths of your womb, fucking smoothly and powerfully into you. It pulls out and your lips strive to. Point Echo was 60 miles out, point Yankee was 10 miles out. The world was watching through Hanna. ZNN world news had picked up the broadcast. One of the newscasters there said 709 was being been sent to Morton Field to crash land. Hanna was still outside giving a live report and her microphone was picking up the tower conversation. She was giving a running dialog of all the fire and rescue equipment coming in."Morton Tower, Atlantic 709 at point Yankee, no ILS," the pilot relayed."Roger.