. The Andersons are alive and own six airplanes they can't fly because they don't have licenses. No matter how many aircraft they own they still have ...oops to jump through because the Andersons have never taken flight school, instruction, soloed or hooped. It's already worse than last year but not as bad as it's going to get. Next year the CAA becomes the FAA and Federal assholes take over the flying world. But David doesn't know that ... nobody knows that ... well ... the Fed Alphabet Soup. Suddenly, Tom plunged as deep as he could, hugged me tightly as his body stiffened and convulsed. I felt his large erection pulsing inside me. “Oh, that’s it, baby…cum for me…oh god…give it to me…give it all to me,” I encouraged as I clenched and unclenched my vagina, milking his cock. I kissed him deeply as he continued to throb and pulse, giving me each drop of his precious semen. I broke off the kiss and whispered in his ear, “I love you so much.” On one hand, I hoped David did not hear my. Then I looked you in the eyes as I ran my tongue along the line of cum, licking it up before calmy slipping your heel back on just as the station platform began to pass our window. You leant towards me and kissed me passionately, taking my cum from my tongue into your mouth. We stood up with everyone else and walked off the train, along the platform and outside to a waiting taxi. Every step we took, I looked down and saw glistening shiny cum over your feet as you walked alongside the other. When Edgar asked him to just stop a little so they could catch their breath, Cory no longer opposed.They stood side by side, their backs against the wall.“It was still a nice adventure,” he heard Edgar speaking like through a haze.“For what is worth, I’m sorry I’ve dragged you into this, Edgar,” Cory expressed his apologies.“No worries, my friend. It had to happen sooner or later, and if I had died in Aeria, lonely and without ever being allowed to experience anything, what kind of life would.