Gawd he felt amazing. She leaned her head back and slowly slid up and down on him feeling him fill her full. Her need for him, for his sex, was growin... constantly. She alternated slow grinds down on him twirling her hips around and around and raising herself up and down on him. Then Trent supported her ass with his hands and began pounding into her. Fuck he felt good. Nikki thought to herself that truck sex with Trent was going to have to become a habit. It was nice and cool before they began. We had a biplane that was used for crop dusting. It had a powerful engine that would let you make a fast pass over a long field and pull up sharply just before a tree line. Fast was good, as the fertilizer and insecticide would spread farther and more evenly. In my early childhood, we had a Stearman biplane that was the duster. Dad had a war buddy that did a lot of the dusting for a chance to fly. We later had a Grumman Ag Cat that was a hell of an aircraft. The first big airplane that could. It pisses me off. “I said Kiss!” I shout. “Put your god-damned lips together, your arms around each other, and start making-out! And I wanna see plenty of tongue too!” I’m not sure which of you snaps-to quicker. I step back and look at the two of you. Ox is still fully clothed, flannel button-up shirt, newish jeans held-up by a thick leather belt, buckled with a big horseshoe. You are not a small man, but in the embrace of this big Ox, you look tiny. That you are naked doesn’t help. I. I told her that she shouldn’t do that, she needed her rest. She said she wasn’t going to do it anymore. She didn’t call the next night. I called her suite and got no answer. I was worried, scared and pissed off. I had been really a bastard at the meeting and sick at heart all day. She called at about ten that night. She said she had fallen asleep the night before and was sorry she hadn’t called. I was a little short with her. I apologized and told her I had a very bad day and that I was sorry..