As we showered together after trimming each other’s pubic hair so that we both have a long identical patch over our sex I asked Roger what should we...wear to greet Suzi.“Less is always more baby, flaunt your arse for Suzi and me,” he tells me as he towels me dry and kisses and licks my arse and puts his hand between my legs and teases my cunt lips with a fingertip.When Suzi arrives Roger is wearing only very tight jeans which highlights his tanned, muscular body. I am wearing heels, an. ”I wasn’t particularly worried at this point as forced landings had been part of our training, although fortunately I’d never had to make one for real. The Hurricane is a trusty steed, however, and if the gods are looking down on me I will make it back down to the ground in one piece; and if they are smiling, I may even make it back to base in time for tea!The view out of the cockpit canopy was both good and bad: good inasmuch as every piece of farmland I passed over seemed to be fully planted. "OOooh!" Tricia shuddered at the awful wet feeling along her narrow trembling crevice. It felt cold and disgusting. It seemed so obscene that he should do such a thing to her and take pictures of it too, that Tricia started to cry. She felt utterly at Ike's mercy, knowing that he would not hesitate to force her into any weird, degrading position that might strike his fancy."YOU'RE HORRIBLE... JUST HORRIBLE!" she cried out. But the words could just as easily have been directed to herself, she. The familiar cock of Jack Willis was next to fill the wet recess. Mmm, how she'd loved that cock during their time together. It was a perfect seven inches of gorgeous man-meat. How she wished none of this had happened to cause their parting. This time she sucked with relish for old time's sake, receiving the accolade: "Oh yes you filthy little cock craving whore, you."Hmph, maybe she was better off without him. He was no better than the rest of these chauvinists. By the time she got to Frank.