High tech this wasn't but if she did all this she probably knew everyone locally, what and who did who and what. I leant my old frame over the kitchen...servery as she banged a frypan onto the old wood-fired Kookaburra stove and asked if she knew anyone locally who had a plane for hire or simply could use some money for two days use of their wings. An hour and two phone calls later she introduced me to Fred who quoted what was to him an incredibly high sum and he almost fell over when I doubled. I wondered how many of her other "regulars" had similar nasty dreams about drilling that hot little piece of ass.One Friday morning, Scarlett wasn't her usual perky self."What's got you down this morning?" I asked, as always a master of small talk."I finally saved enough money to move into my own apartment," Scarlett replied. "A couple of my friends were supposed to help me move tonight, but that turd Jeff called me this morning and bailed. I can't stand another night with the roomies but I. ” “Verbs are words too,” I said. “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth is the whack of virgin maiden,” I parried, murdering Shakespeare to get her more riled. SMACK, SMACK! She continued slapping my ass without missing a beat, but I couldn’t help reminding her: “You can smack my ass, and you can smack your lips, but you can’t smack your slap." And with that I turned over and grabbed the hot, hairy slip of the dripping slap between her thighs. My fingers savored her juices, glistening in the. I jumped and Hannah started to laugh."You're sure watching them kiss, Cody, you were really in to it." Huh? Oh, come on, it's just a dumb old movie." Yeah but you should have seen yourself, you were really into it, them kissing. Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl, oh, Cody."Well, that pissed me off. It was true, yes, true but damned if I wanted my sister to know about it or, worse, tease me about it.I knew my face was red and I think she realized she'd stepped a bit too far."Aw, I'm.