. Doing your job? If he's doing your job what does that mean for you? Stuart, what did you do?"I didn't answer, thinking of how to tell her about the ...romotion. I was about to say more when she began again."You didn't do anything foolish did you? You love your job! Oh, Stu please tell me you didn't quit!" I didn't quit. I'll tell you later what that was about. But that's not what you wanted to know is it?" Did you talk about us? About him and me? Did he tell you anything?" I didn't ask him but. Feeling his cock buried in my ass and hand slowly stroking me has me ready to cum. Not wanting to cum yet I move so I'm laying on the bed. Mike moves to the end of the bed and pulls me toward him. He pulls my legs onto his shoulder and easily slides into me. Mike just stays there letting me enjoy the feeling of his cock in my ass. He grabs my cock and starts jerking it. Mike can tell I'm close to cumming and he starts to fuck me hard and fast. I'm moaning and telling him how much I love his. Bobby smiled and obliged her by sinking his index finger into her little brown rosette. He could tell that she had plenty of experience taking things into her backdoor by the way he slid inside her up to the first knuckle without any problem. She groaned appreciatively and pressed back against his hand, driving his finger deeper into her anus.Bobby allowed himself to enjoy finger fucking her ass. He was delighted by the way her ass was like a little mouth, sucking his finger as he pulled it out. Look at the nose in relation to the horizon. Feel the resistance of the controls...”So I learned about turns needing to be coordinated, inputs from the rudder, the ailerons, the elevator ... Miss any one of them, and you either lose or gain altitude, or you get the feeling that you’re flying sideways.I understand the theory. Making my hands and feet and senses get this little airplane to do it ... I’m sweating.An hour’s enough.I guess my expression was a bit of a giveaway.“Was it too much?”.