Carved into the base of a hill on the outskirts of the village, there were ten or so rows of benches from the bottom row to the top, and a huge transl...cent canvas pinned overhead. In the centre of the arena, there were six beds, with one of them frantically being changed as I entered.The Chief was there to welcome me, and as started to introduce me, the arena fell silent. All the cheering, bawling and gesturing faded as he spoke.'OUR GUEST THIS EVENING ... AND A SPECIAL ONE AT THAT. THIS MAN. And when she was with Theo, she certainly didn’t want to be wearing pants.But now it was Sunday night - a full 8 days since she’d arrived - and she knew it was time to go.It was time to return to New York, and leave her hunky boyfriend’s thick cock behind.Just the thought of it caused her to emit a sad sigh.After another weekend of near-constant fucking, Theo had insisted that she go, insisted that she leave the bed, leave the small town, and get back to her real life.McKayla had finally. It was gone two o'clock; time had flown while we were having lunch. Adrian and I made a pot of tea while the girls were doing something in Sheila's bedroom. There seemed to be a lot of giggling going on!Adrian gestured towards the bookshelves beside the fireplace; they were mostly empty, with piles of assorted hardbacks and paperbacks on the lower shelves."I brought some of my old paperbacks back from home last weekend; I need some light reading occasionally. We both bought a book to read on. The pictures showed a yellow lightweight airplane just as the mechanic described. It also included a couple of flyover pictures of the plane. I could imagine the buzzing sound as it went over head. The only thing I didn't like was the long hinged wings and the pusher propeller behind the cockpit. It did have tripod landing gear which meant the tail wasn't as likely to get damaged by a rookie landing.It got an honest 75miles on a gallon of regular gas from the service station and the tanks were.