Uh-oh, that pilot was aiming his pistol in my direction. Without taking the time to give the matter any thought, I dove for the ground as steeply and ...s fast as I dared. It was well that I did, because I heard the sound of a shot just as my machine started to dive. I heard the sound of a bullet bounce off the sheet metal covering the engine, and I knew that this was a serious attack meant to result in my death!At the time, I gave no thought to the question of why somebody might want me dead.. Looking in that direction I noticed a pair of panties stuck behind one of the cushions and couldn’t stop smiling. I couldn’t help myself; I had to ask. "The couch looks like it's seen some action." "Lol, funny you mention it, it has." "Really, you and Mike?" "Nope, walked in on a certain blond getting her brains fucked." This blond she talked about was her fresh out of college secretary. Very athletic body, small tits, but her personality was kind of blah. But her pussy made up for it. She. Until the last few years, she was slightly overweight. The one word everyone had for her was "lovable." Maxine grew up being the girl whose friend always got married. She was the perennial bridesmaid type.We love each other, but she had never really enjoyed sex. She never liked oral or anal sex either, and only reluctantly sucked me as a short preparation to entering her. She hated the feel and taste of my semen. For herself, she only enjoyed manual stimulation of her clitoris, and put up with. We isolated ourselves from everybody else, even family, as much as possible for the first few weeks while we relearned old ways. We constantly corrected each other's speech and mannerisms in an effort to re-identify with our prior lives. By the time that school started, we felt that we had integrated ourselves back into late 20th century culture. People made comments about our sudden maturity, but nobody had openly accused us of acting effeminate, and we slowly became more comfortable in our.