One on a runway and two on cow pastures. ‘And how many years have you been flying regularly?’ ‘Nine years, since I was fifteen. All up I’ve fl...wn more than 11,500 hours.’ ‘Omigod but the point is, are you any good?’ ‘Other females have told me I am.’ Lori giggled. ‘What is Mrs Mitchell going to tell me after we land.’ ‘I won’t spoil a good story.’ ‘God you men are all the same. Always keen to deny women information.’ ‘Yeah, yeah. Oh look, there are three fire trucks and two body wagons waiting. Now the bed was moved, her legs were fastened down separately and it wasfolded at her waist so that the bed was positioned with her head down andher legs up almost back over her shoulders, the legs were moved apartleaving a view of her white panties. Not that they remained in place forlong as a couple of guys eased them down to her thighs for her, Michaelcould now see that her small penis was encased in a tiny chastity devicethat was also locked in place around her shaven balls, even if she. Jay said some nights he could hear him chocking the wife and saying things like " I'm gonna kill you and that nigga". As a k** Jay hated bedtime. He thought for sure one night his dad would be standing over him preparing to strangle him to death. As a k** and even in adult hood he would have dreams of his dad strangling him to death in his sleep. The other theory is that Jay had done something while in the gang that haunted him or either cause him to think rival gang member would find him one. I throw my head back, pressing my shoulders to the bed, completely taken by release, my legs lifted, grasping him, drawing him harder, closer to me, feeling his own release as it erupts within me, setting off shockwaves of orgasm with every pulsing explosion of his cum. It is a struggle of life and death, somehow that vital, that intense, that mysterious. I grasp his shoulders, his arms and tears leak from squeezed shut eyes, which next open unto a bright mystery into which I’ve arrived at his.