Or wo mere land ko dheere dheere apne haatho se sahalane lage.Phir maine dheere se apna haath unke boobs par le gaya or use dabane laga to wo bole jar... jor se dabao maine bahut dino se chudai nahi karwi hai or main unke chuchi ko jor se badane laga. Or wo uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhki awaaz nikalne lage, ye dekhkar mujhe accha lag raha tha. Phir maine unke white dress ko utar diya or unko boobs ke nipple ko apne hoto ke beech me rakh kar unhe chusne laga, wo. The party was certain to be a big high school reunion, and it would be nice to see old friends.We walked in to Cameron's room and I sat on the bed, watching her gather her stuff to take a shower. "Do you think your parent's will mind if I use their restroom?" I asked. "I just want to comb my hair and wash my face while you get ready." They probably wouldn't say anything to you," she answered, "But I'm sure my mom would bitch at me about it. Just use mine while I'm taking a shower." She pulled. Sally was among those elements of my life. I knew her name, and precious little else about her, as one might expect.We attended an "experimental" high school, one in which convention was looked at as wrong, the early seventies as an anchor point. We had "small group" and "large group" classes; that is, a class of twenty or so on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and larger lecture groups on Tuesdays and Thursdays. College sans tuition, one might even say.Large groups were conducted in enormous. Six weeks later, I was jumping for joy. I had been accepted into Flight School. We would start out on trainers, but to be honest, I didn’t care if they were W.W.1 vintage biplanes. I just wanted to fly. As it turned out, I got my wish, but it was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I was immersed in an engineering program that almost overwhelmed me. I had no idea learning to be a pilot was so complicated. Navigation, flight controls, aircraft systems, emergency procedures, and so much.