Looking over to my lover I began to twist my foot from left to right, grinding his reddening shaft onto the coconut matting left out especially for hi.... The harsh needle like material would now be grazing his cock like sandpaperStanding Master grabbed my face and began to kiss me deeply, out tongues sliding over each other as he grasped my breast and mauled it in his huge hand. All the time my foot was stamping and grinding our whores pathetic shrivelling cock into the mat. He was openly. Cindy, who’s named that twin Cessna ‘Songbird’ after the plane that starred in the Sky King TV series of the Fifties and Sixties. Lord only knows where she got the videos. Doesn’t matter.Legality? Cindy’s still only a private pilot, but her flying is ‘incidental to the business’ so we’re on the safe side of the razor’s edge of federal regulations. As for her skills, nobody here questions them. Wally’s run her through the mill in the 402, right up to the point of loading up almost every seat,. I then pulled his head down to mine and kissed him deeply. James let out a deep moan as I kissed him. He could taste his cum in my mouth. When our kiss ended, I asked him if he liked how his cum tasted and he responded that he liked how it tasted in me.He crawled into the bed with me and we kissed and cuddled for another hour or so. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the clock by the bed. Fuck, I thought, it was almost midnight already. I popped out of bed and got dressed quickly. James asked. The slim young soldier fell forward clasping her to his own pale slender body, caressing her shoulders, ribcage and breasts. When he got back to his feet there were tears in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away and turned to his comrades and grinned saying "fucking great!". "Anyone else want a go" called the Sergeant though his eyes seemed to be fixed on the naked youth. Another soldier walked over to her, felt at the side of her neck and said "I ain't fucking no corpse", he then pulled a.