The FBI said don't touch anything. The NTSB said the FBI could handle it. This was a Federal crime. The Feds handled it ... the kid was the nephew of ...he fixed base operator ... he had some 'splainin' to do.'Splainin' ... Ricky Ricardo's Cuban version of explaining.When everybody was happy ... except for the alleged guilty parties ... Bill called and ordered a new GPS, the Feds kept the old one ... evidence ... and stepped in the hangar.Ah ... November, 1945. Cold and windy, but Bill was ready. It seemed to me that we needed to do a more careful survey of the territory before we went out again on the surface. Hell, with the pterodactyls, flying was dangerous enough, but surface travel was more chancy than I wanted to deal with. Talk about your dangerous country—wow!When we got back home, Karen acted exhausted. Jane and I were worried about her, but she insisted that she was okay. Well, that obviously was not true, but we did not know what to do about it. However, if she did not feel. We just wouldn't feel right. And besides, if we both leave, who would take care of her." How long have you lived with your grandma?" I asked."Oh, we've been with her as long as I can remember," Grace explained. "Daddy died in Korea shortly before we were born. Since Mom was living with grandma while she waited on Daddy to come home, when he didn't, mom just stayed and grandma helped raise us."She paused then, and I saw a tear form in her eye as she looked at me."Grace. You don't have to..." I. She had his pajamas off and he was naked and she put a towel under him and brought in the pan of warm water and the nice liquid soap. She had him all bathed and got to his cock and balls and as she washed them he got hard. He had a nice thick nine inch dick and she kept washing it then she soaped her hand and used her hand to stroke the big dick. He got harder and cum oozed out his slit. She now was washing his cock and balls as the old man moaned and told her that felt good. She kept stroking.