" We were flying old F-86D Sabers then, and although they seemed like hot-shit aircraft to me at the time, they were really pretty much just tired old...dogs. Squadron morale was pretty low until they replaced our doddering old Squadron Commander, a World War II C-47 transport pilot, with Major Jim Wilson, an F-86 jet ace from the Korean War. His motto, which he prominently displayed on a large plaque in his office was, 'The mission of the Air Force is to fly and fight... everything else is just. She wore the typical long t-shirt type nightie, which I easily pulled up over her panty-covered ass. Now my cousin is a bit of a tomboy, and her panties are always very dirty with pee stains and sk** marks, even now as adults I've sniffed her panties and they're just as raunchy! Anyways, I completly forgot about sniffing her pee stains as I seen a huge sk** mark on the outside of her cotton panties and leaned in for a sniff! It was AMAZING! I still remember the smell of her ass sweat and how. “Woody! You pisshead!” was John’s opening gambit.“John. Hi, enjoying the dance?” Woodrow Woodruff – Woody to everybody in the school – had also smuggled some alcohol in; if he had been in his normal frame of mind he would have been half way to the door by now. But a bit of alcohol had given him courage; no, he would not run this time (he always got caught anyway, eventually).“Fuck off!”“Ah, a good riposte” Beside Woody, Tina Brown was beginning to feel irritated. Tina was some kind of math. So they made love again and again, until thestudio wakeup service told them it was time to get up andget dressed for work.They were shooting on location at Lunada Bay on the PalosVerdes Peninsula that week. Palos Verdes is a rugged, treecovered paradise on the southern outskirts of greater LosAngeles. At this hour, the usual freeway traffic wasnonexistent. It was an unseasonably warm morning, with hotSanta Ana winds, and Sandy lowered the top of hisconvertible as they began their descent from.