The landing gear folded up and the doors closed. The plane was over the ocean now. I saw the flaps retract, and the plane started accelerating and cli...bing faster. Soon the big, rehabilitated C-141 was just a dot on its way to the capital of Tonga and the international airport, where Monica would start her first independent journey. I dried my eyes and drove the golf cart up the hill to the big house.Three lovely, petite teenagers squeezed me between their sexy little bodies and before I knew. As soon as that was the case, I stood behind her, put my hands on her ass, used my thumbs to push my dick down just a little, and slid it inside her. If there had been any doubt regarding her intentions, her loud curse would have taken all of it away. She had been working herself well back in the store, and I had no trouble sliding out and back in again. It was a great position we were in. Her knees were on the stairs, her back was arched, her hands were reaching up to the edge of the machine,. The drive to the roadside diner I had picked out, gave me time to work through all the pros and cons of my plan. Every way I could look at it, I couldn't find a better way to get this done. I wasn't happy that my plan had a ton of holes in it, and could very easily end with the Russians getting to Renata. The only thing it had going for it, was that it was better than anything else I could think of.I arrived early and set up in the parking lot of a car dealership across the street and adjacent. "Here. Free sample." Rick's eyes got big and he held out his hand. I could tell from his look that he'd never done this before. I put the clamps in his hand and pushed him forward.Ronny saw him coming and broke out in a wide grin. "You gonna clamp this bitch's titties?" Rick nodded hesitantly. "Oh, she's got some fine titties. C'mere, I'll show you how to do it."Of all the things I've learned about Pat, the one undeniable fact is that hurting her titties makes her cum. I looked at her legs,.