“ but I’d need motivation”She leaned in toward him. “What, type - of motivation?”“Your choice.” He winked at her.She reached for his gro...n and pulled his dick out.“I like your idea!” he said and started working on the homework.She started stroking his dick up and down, and eventually started sucking on his dick, moving her mouth on and off it. Occasionally trying to take in his full length. Even though he hasn’t done this a lot, he still loves the view of his step sister bobbing up and down on. "A bird?" asked Connie."That too ... but this Widgeon is a smaller version of the Goose ... the airplane ... not the bird. Those Ranger engines are spares for the Widgeon. I wonder where it is? David!!!"David came running out of the hangar. "Junior?" We're back here!"Sure he was going to find blood and broken bones, he ran into the Quonset. "You scared me half to death ... what's up?" Did you find a Widgeon?" Nope ... no small ducks here." The airplane." No ... why?" There's spare engines for. I heard those dreaded words from my girlfriend Julie just before sheentered the changing room with an armful of dresses. She must have seenthe look on my face, because she frowned, and said, "Oh, Eddie, grow up!It's just a purse, and I don't want to leave it unattended. Besides, I'llonly be a minute."A minute! Right! I knew Julie well, and guessed that it would take herthe better part of a half hour to get through that stack of outfits. But,knowing that this was one battle I couldn't possibly. Silva quickly sat the beer down and grabbed my hips. Within a few seconds, he was burying his entire cock up my ass. I could feel the pressure as his cock reached far inside me and started to match his motion with my own. Soon, my own cock was starting to stiffen. Silva reached around with one hand and started to stroke me as he fucked me from behind. I looked across to see Carol taking Silva's empty beer bottle and sliding it all the way up her wet pussy. She barely had enough bottle.