" "Is that true? Is that how she died? Doing that obscene, unnatural act? Crushed because of a broken harness? What are you doing now?" "What are you ...oing now, Empress! The Empress is removing her panties and checking beneath her skirts for midgets, dwarves, people of restricted growth or whatever the correct phrasing is." "I think they're referred to as little people nowadays. Why are you looking for little people beneath your skirt?" "Empress! I won't tell you again Prince whoever you are.". Original."(Serial number?) "ZU-35117, ZU-35118, Fuselage numbers are ZU-117 and ZU-118."(What kind of numbers are those?) "US ARMY AIR FORCE."(When were they issued?) "1945."(Ok ... we're not getting anywhere ... let's try this. Date of first flight?) "April 1945"(Where?) "Lock Haven."(Where?) "Piper factory ... test flight" Oh ... This might help." I read from the log,"Successful test flight. 4/45 AK Johns." Bill submitted, April 1945. Ledger 39 pg. 77 Millie Smith, Accounting." Aircraft. . we only had seconds left before the doors would open again, and someone might get on . . . I grabbed the front of your jeans, and practically ripped off the button getting it undone, and only half unzipped you before I was yanking your pants and g-string down. I looked up to see your eyes in the wall mirror staring at me intensely, and I spit in the palm of my hand and lubed up the head of my cock."Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" you said in a half-strangled voice. "No." I said, and your eyes bulged. By the time that the tepid water hits her, Emma is awake and happy to be in Donald’s arms as he soaps her. Emma, in turn, soaps Donald all over also. Both are taking so much time and care over the special places of each. By the end of the shower, Donald is at attention, and Emma is weak in her knees. Together they hurry back to the van to fall on the bed, ready to consummate their mutual lust. Donald’s throbbing member is up into Emma’s vag deeply in seconds. Both are heaving a sigh of.