Marshall felt dizzy for a second and attributed it to the effects of allthe wine he had drunk until the dizziness intensified his worlddissolved into ... multicolored fabric and he sensed that he seemed to bemoving somewhere. After what was an endless time, abruptly his worldmade sense again. He was seated in a car seat moving down the interstatein a car. He had on seat belts and things were oddly very different. Marshall blinked. He felt fine and vibrant as the waves of dizziness hadpassed and. .. and the list is important ... it’s my life ... anyone who trusts their life to flying is crazy,” I said. “These planes,” I nodded at the SNJ, “were assembled after the War. The mechanics and construction crew weren’t in as big a hurry then.”“Safer than driving to the airport.”“Oh ... that’s for sure.” I said, “I watched a Tube about an AG pilot ... crazy skills ... he used to fly with his wheels in the crop ... great pilot, but he was killed in a car wreck.”“In the crop? That’s just nuts.. Late in the afternoon, as I was thinking it was time to be leaving, Helen left the room and reappeared with an old-fashioned tea-trolley laden with an old-fashioned English Tea; sandwiches, scones, cakes, a large tea-pot, small plates and matching bone-china cups and saucers. It wasn’t something entirely foreign to me; my own grandparents would have done much the same. Anyway, it was obvious we’d be staying well into the evening, and we did.When it was obviously time to get Karen home for bed,. I try to pull his boxers off. "No," he says, smiling and trying to push my dress up, "let's take yours off."We tumble together until I'm naked and so is he. We're both laughing. Happy as kids. His hands are on my breasts, then sliding down around my waist, pulling me towards him. I'm kissing him. He's kissing me. We're both aroused and maybe a little drunk. He lays me back, kneeling between my parted thighs, his cock swollen and erect. He goes to pull on a condom but I distract him, reaching.