"By the way," she said, "You owe me for a set of flashlight batteries." I asked her why I owed her for flashlight batteries, and she said, "Because I ...ore out the ones in my vibrator last night, listening to Jane's screaming orgasms. Hell, I may just have to borrow YOU once in a while, stud." I started laughing, and turned to look at Jane, whose face was beet-red. "Sorry", Jane said, "He's not for rent."We snuck out and got in the car with no trouble; when we got to school, we got out stark. By the time the truck pulls up to my neighbor’s house I am rock hard and beating my cock like no one’s business. I hear the mailbox close and the engine rev as she makes the 50 foot trip between mine and my neighbor’s house. I jump out of the chair and stand at the window facing out so that she can clearly see me. When she comes to a stop at my box I can tell immediately that she can hear the porn. She looks up and sees me jacking off in the window. She is so used to this at this point that I. With a loud scream she erupted again into orgasm, and fell forward onto Scott, her tight body shaking. I could see half of Scotts cock pulled from her. It was obvious Scott could take no more and placing both hands on her hips, held her firmly whilst thrusting his hips upwards. Sarah groaned as his cock fully impaled her. "Yes!" I heard Sarah yell and I knew she had felt the first of his jets of semen. She sat bolt upright and I could see Scotts face flushed and red as he emptied himself. They flew.Our crates were trainer ... two rudimentary seats and controls. Actually ... everything about the L-4 was plain Jane. Compass, throttle, choke, altitude, horizon (also bank and turn indicator.) The brakes sucked ... which was alright ... you could ground loop on a dime. You could fly backwards in a reasonable breeze. They weren't a delight to fly, but if you could keep it in the air anything else the Army threw at you was simple. Turns required pedal, stick, throttle and body english..