.. That Vanessa was such a babe!" I whined.But I was only kidding, and Tess knew it. Vanessa had, indeed, been a babe, and it wasn't every day that I ...urned down -- or had turned down for me -- generous offers of shots at such fine specimens of womanhood.But I agreed with my two golfers: Two -- or three -- more people in our current relationship -- even for the odd weekend -- was too much of a very good thing.The worst of it, in a way, was that we could have accepted the invitation and gone on. Her brother never let her get undressed all the way. Her oversized clitoris was peeking from between the slick, fuzzy fleshfolds of her vulva and, with a skilled hand, she stroked herself. She knew, from what her brother had told her that her clit was bigger than most and she wondered if he'd notice. Her other hand cupped one sensitive breast and she closed her eyes until they were just slits.The priest was standing in his robes over her and she saw the fabric at his groin jump with the. I did notice that his orders were now more complete, and we were getting close to the forty-five percent gross profit margin. His attitude to me though was still antagonistic. Whenever he came into the office he would take every opportunity to make snide remarks. These usually inferred that my sexuality was doubtful. The urge for me to retaliate was powerful, but I resisted. The demon on one shoulder wanted to throw my burgeoning relationship with Eve in his face. The Angel on my other shoulder. Neither of us is getting much help from the winds aloft. I figure thirty minutes because we both spend a bit of time climbing to altitude.A radio call confirms that I’m close.We’ll see ‘em in Alabama.Terri’s turn:Eighty-five hundred feet. Hundred and thirty knots ground speed. In MY airplane. With MY Jerry as the pilot, sitting in the left seat.“Ours, baby,” I said.He’s smiling. Should be. Just shy of a quarter million dollars sitting underneath us. We got every bell and whistle they had. Makes.