She then walked up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see that her face was a red as mine was. Apologetically she said, “I ...m sorry if I made you uncomfortable but I thought you would enjoy it.”“I did enjoy it but…I can’t just…never mind.” I tried to get back to that couch and get back to the show and pretend like this never happened.“No what do you want to say?”“I was going to say how I can’t just hear you fake an orgasm, it gets me too excited.”“What do you mean?”“I. The gear was too big for our planes, so a brand-new C-130 landed in Nome one day. It taxied up to our hanger and the crew made sure I hadn’t forgotten how to fly a Herkey Bird. Lockheed’s nickname for the C-130 was Hercules. Air Force guys shortened that to Herkey long ago.The instructors taught me how to land on skis. I delivered the gear, and I got to keep the C-130. That meant anyone with a bulky or heavy load they needed flown somewhere in Alaska came to us.When they started building the. She went to visit him a day later at the restaurant before closing time. They sat and talked having coffee and pie. She loved him even more now.She said she was going home and he said he was going home. Instead, he followed her home and she invited him in. They kissed and touched and hugged. They stripped naked and fell into her bed. He dove into her making her forget that she vowed not to touch him. He was so deep inside of her weakening her. She let go of her good morals and let him drench. But more importantly for my selfish desire, my cock was fully hard once again.I didn't bother to clean myself up, but merely stood up and slobbered all over Marissa's face while she giggled. "It's your fault my face is wet," I told her. And she just laughed and licked my cheek in response. But then my hips settled between hers, and her face went dead serious to feel every moment of my cock burrowing down her exquisitely tight tunnel.Marissa clutched my body tightly against hers while we made.