As instructed after watching some TV and a Video I retired to bed, snugunder my duvet by 5 minutes to ten, I stretched out seeking thereassuring darkn...ss that sleep brought. I was awoken some time later the sound of my door opening and a beam oflight from the hallway crossing my bed. My eye's flickered open searchingfor focus, a figure in the doorway, female, swaying slightly. "Yousleeping darling" she asked lifting her cigarette to her mouth and takinga draw. "I was" I replied "Eh I need some. She started to massage my crotch. We started to neck on the couch, But stopped.Before you slid into me, I need another drink, she slurred. I returned with the drinks, and we chatted for a bit. Then her legs started to nudge my thigh.Can you tell, I want your cock inside me? We both snickered.She struggled to get onto my lap, my cock was hurting with her smell and the wine on her breath.I undid my zipper and she slid my shorts off, awww, thats better.She mounted me, straight up, and straight in.. From the way her head popped up I could tell that she wasn't quite sure what she'd heard. I'd learned to decipher what Cynthia was saying and sometimes I forgot that her pronunciation baffled others. I was banking on the lady hearing flock instead of fuck."Is that a Collingsworth stone you're wearing?" the lady asked.I breathed a sigh of relief, and noticed that Cynthia's nipples expanded her white, turtleneck sweater by a quarter of an inch. I wasn't sure what triggered that reaction, the. The pilot rammed his jet into after-burner and pulled straight up and over, desperately seeking some unknown enemy. In panic, he blindly fired his entire cluster of air-to-air heat-seeking missiles. It was his last mistake. Not having a known target, two of the missiles locked onto his wingman. The remaining missiles arced around, and finding only one remaining target in the sky, obliterated it. Both Sudanese pilots died instantly."Holy crap... !" Yeah," Angel Flight lead murmured. "Let that be.