There was something about that awkward "Goat" that I loved. Maybe it was because only the crew who flew it really appreciated what a great aircraft it...was. They had tried to replace it with helicopters, and they were still trying in 1965. It's slow and noisy and vulnerable to salt water, but it was built like a Sherman tank, and those old Wright Cyclones could keep it in the air longer than I could stay awake. As Tink would say, "We were luckier than a dog with two dinks!" getting to fly these. Then I saw her, it was Harry’s youngest daughter. She was a splitting image of her mother, in both looks and build. Her tits were about a 34C which were just a little smaller than her mothers, but they were nice and pointy firm. She had a slim waist and was well tanned. I often wondered if both mother and daughter had an all over tan. Then my mind’s eye would wonder if they were full Brazilian on close cropped. My brain had me imagining that they would both be shaved and this got me salivating. Helen was showing us how to saddle the horses. She ended up having to do all three. That was a little interesting for her to get the blankets and saddles up onto the horses’ backs given her smaller size. But she managed it and we started helping with cinching the straps, reins, etc. She checked all our work and it was a good thing. I had the feeling that falling off because the saddle was loose could be enough to make it hard to get back up. Falling off a horse would hurt a lot more than. Would it be OK if I came alone?”“Very OK Larry. I want you to know I am very excited right now.”And she hung the phone up. John did too and they just stared at each other.“It’s going to happen isn’t it Sue?”“I think so John unless you change our mind.”“You want it don’t you?”“You know I do ... do you?”“Yeah ... I loved listening to you and Larry.”“Please fuck me now John.”At the stroke of eight the doorbell rang. John walked to the door and opened it. Larry stood there alone. “Hi John” he said.