"What do you think?" she asked with a grin."Undo more buttons on you blouse so I can see your tits and then lift your skirt and show me your knickers ...nd I'll give you an honest opinion" I said, taking the high hand with her.She didn't hesitate and undid her blouse to the waistband of her skirt and pulled it wide apart exposing her saggy little tits again, then with one hand, lifted the hem of her skirt so I could see her white panties then started to squeeze one of her tits with the other,. So I was checked into the hospital in town for a few days of observation. The next day my best friend Stacy skipped out of school early to come visit me. Our parents used to joke – Stacy and Lacey, Lacey and Stacy, which one is ours! We had been friends forever – yes, we fought occasionally, even over a boyfriend, but in the end we were inseparable. I missed her. She had been with me when it happened. A nurse came into the room and told me the doctor had ordered an ultrasound of my bladder. So. She was in orgasm based on her expression. One she was riding a black guy. Another was a face of huge orgasm or pain. One was her taking a selfie while getting fucked from behind. In one, she was cross eyed! They stopped. I got all excited knowing it would be a full night of cleaning. It would be another couple hours before I heard from her again. Now I began receiving texts saying "ours now", "black owned", "being bred, don't wait up". I thought it was amusing, hopefully they weren't. “This is Gotham Air Two-Zero-Niner declaring an emergency!”Those simple words brought fear to the heart of Jim Lee. In all his twelve years of flying, including almost a hundred combat missions during the Gulf War, he’d never had to declare an emergency. Three minutes ago, just as he’d made the leisurely turn that would line his plane up for the approach into Washington’s National Airport, a sudden explosion had ripped through the starboard engine.Thousands of hours of flying time helped avert.