After ensuring all of my necessities were packed, I stood in front of the floor length mirror in our bedroom and examined myself. I had a tight shirt ...hat was holding up my 38D breasts very nicely. My skirt barely covered my ass when I was standing up, and since I was wearing a small thong, whoever was behind me when I bent over would get a full view of my ass cheeks. I wore no stockings, revealing my milky white skin and a simple pair of tennis shoes. My black and red hair I had left down, but. I was surprised then to see them in a three-way hug. When they broke up I went over too."Okay, you two? I'll be back later this afternoon."Anna touched my cheek with her lips and whispered, "good luck. Remember we love you."Jasmine did the same on the other side, but she just said, "I love you."Then I left with my wife ... for our talk.The tea-rooms were busy and noisy. We had smoked salmon with salad and coffee. We didn't talk much, though I did tell Susan about the Panther, and how Anna would. My butt iscompletely clean so you don't have to worry if your tongue getsnear it. I love a tongue or a cock deep in my ass, but you don'thave to do anything with it if you don't want to."Without hesitating, he leaned in and stuck his tongue right intoher anus. She groaned and grabbed his head again, "That's a goodboy, stick it in there and wiggle it around. Don't be afraid toease a finger or two into either hole, but be gentle, it cansting if you go too fast; try to get your fingers as wet. I tore my eyes from the blur of the walls and focused on the controls. I was not an engineer. I was a woman who, as a girl, had been caught up in (and secretly fascinated by) my brother’s madcap imaginary adventures, many of which had involved daring escapes on a 14-B. He’d printed up a mockup of the control cabin, accurate in all details, and in it we’d flown from imaginary advancing armies, hid in tunnels from air strikes, taken on refugees and smuggled weapons, and dealt with temperamental.