” He turned, taking me by the hand and dragging me upstairs to his bedroom. Inside it was dark, with a huge double bed in the centre. “Handy,” I...said, motioning to the bed. He laughed, and threw me down on it. I tore off his shirt, exposing his toned chest and stomach. I ran the ridges under my fingers, playing with his nipples. He gasped.“Ah, you like that do you?” I said, playing some more.He moaned into my neck as he kissed me, and pulled my shirt over my head. I undid his belt and pushed. Then there’s the cost of the insurance and permits so that I can actually get it out of the docks. Conventional fuel comes out of my pay depending on how much of it I use and how conservative my burns are, same goes for avoidable damage and general upkeep. Docking fees apply if I overstay. I got fucked in taxes last year because the UN has been trying to replace us with drone ships, the crew is already down from three to one because none of the shipping companies can afford to pay us these. She sat on the floor at his feet."I was only 20 in October 14, 1943. It was only my third mission. We were flying B17 bombers against Germany. The target for the day was Schweinfurt, the ball bearing plants..."Colette did not know what ball bearings were, or where Schweinfurt was; she did know not to ask." ... The German fighters waited until our escorts turned back, out of fuel. Then they came at us. Wave after wave," The old man's frame shook, "They threw everything they had at us. They. She then rolled over on her back and spread her legs for me; begging for my mouth to eat her sweet pussy…I pushed down my head between her thighs and ate her soft wet pussy.She moaned as her clit responded to the stimulation I was giving her.She jerked and bucked as my lips touched her upright nub. I drew my head back a bit and again blew air directly onto her clit as she writhed and bucked again, moaning with pleasure. My slutty Boss whimpered and moaned when I suddenly plunged my tongue as.