I was beginning to settle down when she reached to the table and grabbed the bottle of sun screen. 'Here' you're going to need some of this.' she said... handing it over. I sat up and applied the lotion to most of my body and then passed the bottle back before lying back on the couch. 'You missed your back.' Alison observed. 'Well I can't reach there.' I objected. 'Here let me then.' Alison offered. She grabbed the bottle, moved to sit on the lounge and pouring lotion on to her hands, started. She then lowered her pajama and asked me to see that myself. It was dim light in the room. But I could see that her vagina was clean shaven and there was some sticky fluid there all over. I asked her how I happened. (I was thinking that maybe females use whisper napkins for this only). Than she told me that It happened because of my love to her. I lowered to see that closely, It smelled very different and inviting, I went close and inhaled very long there. That aroma made me to place my nose. After hinting at it, he figured it out but when he was, I could tell it was only to please me. It didn’t feel real… not to mention it was never really enough anyway.” I feel shy sharing this, but I feel no judgment from him. Patrick’s hand on my chest subtly moves upward until it is lightly resting on the base of my neck. I don’t feel threatened by it, but it feels very intentional on his part. His eyes bore in to me, and he licks his lips before speaking. “It didn’t feel real because he. Proud of ya, so yes. Be careful.”“If I wanna hotdog, I won’t use THIS thing. Flies like a box truck.”“That’s the other side of the equation. Make sure you stay ahead of the plane. You know...”“I can’t run it like anything else I’ve flown,” I said.“Yeah. Do that.”Right after breakfast we had everybody and everything on board. I’d met all the techs we were bringing for the job. After all, we all work together. They know I fly. I gave ‘em the pre-flight briefing. Advised them about buckling in,.