. have you been putting lipstick on your umm ... areolae?" I asked, indicating my own. You would think as I was a doctor that I was past getting embar...assed saying the word 'nipples'. And you might expect that my wife would know what areolae were without me having to give her any clues. But something was still jarring in my head. She finished off the look with black silk stockings on her long smooth legs, suspenders and garter belt, and really quite high black patent leather heels. It seemed. I saw something flash through the belts and pulleys. It appeared to be the torn remains of her bikini top, but I wasn't sure. There was a momentary ping as the fan blade just barely clipped the bottom curve of one of her breasts. She screamed into the gag. I looked around the garage, but there seemed to be nothing at hand to cut her metal bindings. I could see the exhaust climbing to the ceiling now and the stench was overwhelming. I knew the open side door wouldn't provide enough. This time, she intended to join Ned’s orgasm. Poise principles taught that the female ought to orgasm if and when it might enrich the male’s pleasure or ego. Ned’s breathing shortened and gusted in a final windup. Angelina halted fully embedded at the precise moment when Ned’s cock was set to gush. She clenched hard with her cunt muscles in order to add resistance to the effort Ned would need to ejaculate. She trusted that the squeeze would enhance Ned’s climax and maximize his approval of her. We are out of range of helicopters." "We have food and water on board so we will be ok"Just then there was a commotion at the back of the plane. A large baboon rushed in an dragged the injured crew out of the back of the plane. We watched as the whole troop descended on him and ripped him apart and ate him. We all started screaming and being sick. We tried to barricade the back of the plane but we had little to block the gap with. The crew member got out the flare pistol. There were only five.