The pilot wasn't in his seat. That was probably a good thing, because the seat was crushed into the six-inch space that existed between the floor and ...he overhead. Through the shattered glass panels, his questing fingers discovered a solid wall of concrete that nothing could get through, not even light. He was impossibly buried beneath a collapsed building. The concrete was what probably saved him from being vaporized, but it had also created his tomb... 'Mom's going to be royally pissed if I. The sheet at the moment was kicked to my heels as I masturbated in earnest. It was so voyeuristic watching this girl but I couldn't help myself. She was so gorgeous.I held off on cumming. Slowly I stroked my cock up and down. She moved to her side table. It looked like she was about to turn off the light but instead picked up a magazine. I held my breath. Lying nude on the bed, she flipped casually through the pages. And then it happened. She started to use her other hand to caress her breasts.. We were calling it a pre- Christmas package opening. At 5, family and friends were coming over under the cover of opening presents early.What was really happening was a surprise baby shower for Jenny. Lisa was stopping by at 4 under the ruse of needing Jenny to help with last minute shopping and to load presents. Joey and Jason were going to be late to do a last minute shopping spree.Because so many people were coming it was decided that that the best place for the baby shower in the garage.. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly, without her. He loved us but we were not Mom.We had a milk cow and from age six I milked. The milk probably saved our lives. When Bessie died we were thirteen. I walked ten miles to the Aaronson farm and in the dark of the night stole one of their hundreds of milk cows. We named her Bessie — we thought all milk cows were named Bessie."Cindy! Don't ever; don't ever let Bessie out in the daytime." I thought all cows looked the same but I didn't.