................. It was a saturday afternoon .I knew you were coming over and decided that to keep occupied I would chop some wood and keep busy-alre...dy my mind was filled with thoughts of how later we would be and the night ahead was to provide untold and new pleasures as we got to know each others likes and desires-would you be wearing that black negligee or those amazing stocking and suspendors I wondered and hoped.And how long before we got into bed from the moment you arrived-I was. . what I felt as I pressed it.A search through the boxes found a Navy Bendix Navy Bubble Type Q 15 sextant, an Army A-1oA Ansco Sextant, and a Fairchild A-10A sextant ... all complete with operational instruction. The three main navigational aids. The Kansans had the mounting post and navigator table, and the little plastic bubble to see out of.“O Fuck ... I’m lost.” That would be interesting.“Hey Joe ... fly higher so I can get a fix.”In a hangar corner was a training Cocker Wheeler mount in. I moaned as I buried my tongue in B's hot wet pussy now tonguing her clit as she got close to cumming. I slid my tongue over her hot little tight add making her sigh and spread her legs more as I tongue her entire pussy. C sucked and swallowed my throbbing cock over and over. B came squirting in my mouth, which was a nice surprise. She moaned that it had been awhile since she had done that. My balls were tight and close to going off. C stopped sucking my cock as B recovered from her. I didn't think you would." The younger man said."I'm a lot harder to kill than I look," I said as I turned toward a table away from everyone. The bike ride had burned off just a little of the coolant, so the coffee was welcome on more than one level. I was tasting the breakfast bagel even though my taste receptors weren't perfect. The gross taste receptors and the refinement of my memory allowed me to savor the food.Several more people welcomed me back. I was pretty sure a couple of the women.