It's a real rat now, but it wouldn't take that much to fix it up. Those are really nice airplanes. As a matter of fact, it's what I flew up here yeste...day." You flew yourself up here? No charter, no D.C. jet?" The D.C. jet is too expensive and the charter service was out of people, so I flew. It's paid off so far, as I've been able to move around really fast." You want that bird, you got it. I'll get a buddy of mine out at the airport to declare that thing as salvage. Get a flying mechanic to. "Really?" I asked him."But I prefer you," he said before ripping his clothes off and showing me his naked form."Wow," was all I could say. He was great naked, his erect cock was something indeed, but it was not what I wanted. What I wanted was blonde, with breasts, and knew how to kiss me. Boy did she know how to kiss."Do I please you? You said you like boys, is this sight something you like?" he asked as he took a step towards me, who had re-entered the room and had closed the window this time. She kicked her legs out wildly on both sides, but it was no use. This only seemed to worsen her position, and there were additional cries of pain from her fear-contorted lips as his stiff male hardness battered still more deeply into her warmly yielding cuntal flesh, ravishing her completely."It hurts, oh it hurts!" she wailed piteously, but her husband took no heed. His rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper until finally his pelvis smacked hard against hers as he struck bottom."Oh God,. " She had on high-heeled slippers, also blue and there was a wide blue ribbon in her hair. She was almost as tall as he was in those shoes. He watched her put a heavy mug into the microwave.Once he was in his stocking feet, he crossed the room and sat where she gestured and sipped the hot chocolate, holding the mug in both hands to warm them. She sat opposite him and crossed her long legs.Maria Tomlinson was a trophy wife and well aware of her status. She had married a very rich man nearly.