What ever happened to kick the tires, light the fires and buckle up?The Chief says he's located a simulator for only two hundred thousand dollars but ...t's broke and ... evidently ... the Navy can't fix it or they'd keep it.I know I have no common sense but am I really that dumb?The SNJ fuselage was completely rewired and up to date instruments as required by the CAA in 1956. The skin was off where it was supposed to come off and I noticed several newly installed pipes.Harold, Ben's son, showed. It has to be one of the few careers where the better job you do the less it is appreciated. When they hire you, the client is always sure, they just want your verification but when you do, they’re devastated. I was sure that Mr. Clark would be no different from all the others and as much as I hate to see a grown man cry, I don’t get paid until they see the evidence. However, I was wrong about him and you just can’t believe how much a detective hates to be wrong. Usually you give the client the. "You're looking nice," I told her, "anything special?"She'd taken those makeup lessons to heart, apparently, though a bit moresubtle. Still, deeply colored lipstick, much less eyeliner and carefullywaxed eyebrows were a new look for her. As was the long, tight skirt andclingy top. It suited her, though."No, nothing like that," she said, looking away. "Just, thought I'd trysome new things out. See how they looked." Well, I think they suit you." Thanks! You're really sweet."She wasn't the only. Then she took the cocks and began to rub them together faster and it did not take long for them to cum all over each other. She took the dad's cum and rub the son's cock with it and did the same to the dad. As she had them covered with each others cum she pushed them on their backs and spread their legs. She ran her hands down their crack and played with their balls then got to their asses. She turned dad on his stomach and spread his ass cheeks and put in three fingers as she jerked the son's.