“God, you are beautiful,” he said.“You, too.”“Lie down.”I did as I was told. For a second he stood over me, stroking his cock, then he low...red himself on top of me, our cocks touching, and kissed me passionately.We made out for several minutes. Both of us were leaking, and soon our cocks were sliding against each other. Then he slid down and took my dripping cock in his mouth. For the next five minutes, he sucked and licked me in ways that had me gasping in pleasure. I was just about to go for. ." It's okay," Brett told him. "Just keep an eye out down there like you're supposed to. I'm going to put you through an extensive ground school before you ever put your hands on these controls. We're gonna take it as slow as possible, all right?" All right." Now let's get back to work, shall we?"It took them almost four hours to get the truck safely home. Brett was forced to abandon them at one point so he could fly back to town and refuel (and the town - at first terrified to see the chopper. He'd be thrilled to meet you. He used to tease me all the time that you had no connection to me whatsoever, that I made it up." She pulled out her cell phone and speed dialed her friend.I looked at the stack of letters. Some post dated my mentor's death. They had been opened."You read my letters, I mean the ones..."She raised a finger to silence me. "Can you come over? No I left early. I can't tell you why. It's a surprise. No, I'm fine. Hurry." She shut off the phone."What... ? Oh yeah. I read. Maybe the press will show up for a story. You never know. So, if I leave now, I’ll just make it.”“Do you want me to make you something to eat first?” she asked.“No thanks,” he said, “I’ll get something at the diner after I’m done at the polling station.”Cal sat in his usual booth at the Blue Bird Diner. Business seemed a bit slow for eight o’clock on a Tuesday morning. Cal doubted the reason was Election Day. It was more likely the weather. It promised to be a nasty day and it was off to a.