We were a bunch of young, hard charging, aggressive, studs with egos so big that we each thought we were the best damn fighter pilot in the world. You...had to be that way in our business. We had a saying: In the fighter business winning is the only thing; second place is dead. If you didn't believe in your self and have supreme confidence in your ability to win a fight to the death in the air, then you would probably end up dead in the end anyway.We flew hard, partied hard, drank hard, and. Her Mum was upstairs taking a shower. Emily and Chloe had come back to the house from their shopping trip. Nina looked at the two teenagers when they entered the living room. Both saw Nina standing awkwardly and likened it to the way they stood after a severe spanking. Emily and Chloe looked at each other. Was it possible? Surely not? Yet Emily continued to wonder. She turned a chair in to the room for her Mum to sit on and said cheerily, “Sit down Mum, we are going to watch TV so join us.”. I was surprised to see that he was still rock hard. The modifications he made to himself must have been amazing.I let out a moan/ groan when I pushed him inside me. Unlike Andrea, I had not been sexually active. It had been over a year, until yesterday. I was not used to having any size cock inside me. Still I was very wet; that made it easier than I expected to fit Him inside me."Rotate your hips as you are doing it," said Andrea, who had moved to the side of Chris, opposite from where I'd. ‘I’m worried about you Steph,’ I said gently. ‘Turning to drugs and alcohol in times of pain like this can be a natural reaction, but you seem to be unable to control yourself. Talk to me Steph. Tell me why you got fucked up drunk this weekend.’ ‘I don’t know. I just. I need you to tell me I’m not crazy. Please?’ Her voice was rough, exhaustion and pain laced in every syllable. Fuck. ‘Steph, I don’t think you’re crazy. I just think you’re going through a rough patch. Sometimes when we go.