She smiled at me as I fumbled with my buttons.I stepped between her slim legs and unleashed my aching root. It sprang up, fully engorged and the girl ...ooked at it and squealed, "Wait" and tried to pull her knees together, her hands out on my chest, real fear in her face. I looked down at it and it looked normal to me, thick and round, heavy veined and helmet headed, surely no longer than her forearm, fiercely hard, a true cudgel if a bit knobby and bent up toward the rafters, oozing a bit of. .. they never ran out.The huts produced crated spare 450 horsepower Pratt and Whitney nine-cylinder, air-cooled, radial engines ... Wasp juniors ... and, oddly enough, Ranger sixes still in the box."Somewhere around here is a Widgeon," Junior said."A bird?" asked Connie."That too ... but this Widgeon is a smaller version of the Goose ... the airplane ... not the bird. Those Ranger engines are spares for the Widgeon. I wonder where it is? David!!!"David came running out of the hangar. "Junior?". " I slowly went deeper inside her. By now she'd thrown her thong to the ground and had her hands on my face. We were kissing again, in no time. I was fucking her so deep, she was so tightly clenched on my cock, I was so in lust. She was moaning, breathing hard, matching each thrust inside her. "God I'm cumming," she said. She pulled my hair with one hand—gently—and gripped the cushion of the sofa with her other hand. Her pussy really clamped down on my when she said she was cumming, slickening. A smart, precocious child, he seemed to understand quite well that his mom was going to be away for a spell and I would take good care of him. I wanted any fears he might have to be minimal and consequently, he was doing great.. He showed no apprehension whatsoever as he was used to my making his meals, taking him to school, bathing him, etc. We have always had a great relationship and I, of course, try to provide for him all the things my workaholic absent father never did. We rough-housed.