." Her hand drifted into his lap and her finger lightly traced his member along its length."Hey, you're out of commission remember?"She pursed her lip... and looked at him through smoky lidded eyes. "You can put it up my ass if you want," she purred."Your place or mine," he said hoarsely.Rosa gave his swollen cock a tender squeeze before answering. "My office, Kathy will be home." What about my place?" No good. I prefer the office. Look at what happened there the other day."He pictured Cynthia. Lord, thy will be done.”I’d said the same prayer before each flight since the first time I took to the air at twelve years old. I loved the sky. I loved the feel of air beneath the wings. I loved to see the ground flash past beneath me. Yes, flash. I was capable of Mach 2 at altitude, though I seldom pushed my Thunderchief that hard. Fuel consumption was an issue and I had to get both in and out of enemy territory in order to refuel over Laos.Beneath me, I had visual confirmation of the bridge. Unfortunately for the guys or fortunately for the girls, this wasn't that kind of resort. There wasn't a cute boutique for the women. They did have some clothes in a corner of the attached general store. They found jeans and polo shirts. They each grabbed two polo shirts, small, and what they hoped would be jeans that fit.Back in the cabin, the men tossed the clothes to the girls who were still in the too short towels. They scurried into the bath. The first pair of jeans Chelsea tried were too. Used, and then thrown away when they were finished with me. I’m…. I’m not a bad person,” she sobbed. “I just need someone who really cares, to love me. Is that too much to ask?”He watched her intently, and wondered, if anyone really has shown Cindy love. Not the kind a parent has for a child, but the kind of love that exists between men and woman, a true unconditional kind.She paused, and looked into his eyes, and saw tears. She then wondered, “Is he feeling the same way I am, about him, could.