Schaffer climbed up onto the cockpit and smacked his gloved hand against the glass. The pilot within, a dark skinned woman with long, black hair jumpe... as he startled her. He waved, and gestured towards the rear of the craft, and she nodded her understanding. He clambered across the vessel’s hull then hopped off into the snow near the tail, waiting for the pilot to lower the landing ramp.When there was enough of a gap for him to slip past, he stepped inside and hit the emergency close button,. .. don’t cry, silly" he says with concern, and pulls me to him again "I’m so sorry I couldn’t get away" I am trying to stay in control, but sobs start to escape my lips as he hugs me close again, making soothing noises. "It’s OK baby, I’m here now" he croons, and pulls me closer to the door, again fumbling for his keys. Somehow he manages to open the door without letting me go, and he brings me inside, bidding me to wait while he gets his bags, closing the door again and turning back to me. I. My cock quivered and spurted deep inside her as my own release shivered through my body. As I rested inside her Christine told me not to move. Instead she lifted her legs up to encircle my waist. Her arms wrapped around my back. In between soft kisses she told me she liked young men like Mark and I because she knew we could always go again, and soon too. Given the juiciness and heat of her cunt enveloping my cock, my continuous lust and my youth I believed her. I did want to fuck her again. As. It was an inter-department drama (play) competition. We participated and were selected for the finals along with two other departments to fight for the winner’s trophy. The script wasn’t that good (according to me). But still, I had a gut feeling that we would win.She didn’t, though and was very skeptical about the same. She obviously wouldn’t let others know she had doubts about the script. But obviously, she would come to me, and I took this as my opportunity.“I don’t think we will win. We.