He showed me a couple of the valves in question and told their story. They had been ordered by a French company, which stopped payments two weeks ago,...and would most likely be declared broke. The specifications were up to our standards, but he started out demanding 1 euro per valve. (A little over 1 dollar). I could have them produced in Sweden at that price.There was a bit of bickering about price, quantity and quality, but suddenly dad was in my head. "His absolute low will be 52 cents. Lower. She was completely hidden under the blankets, but he could hear her soft rhythmic breaths even though the covers muffled them. He listened to her breathing a moment longer before pulling the covers down to expose her.She was wearing a tank top and matching thong with pink and purple teddy bears printed on them, her hair was done in pigtails, she was clutching her stuffed rabbit that he had given her, and she was sucking on a pacifier. He smiled and his cock sprang to attention. She started to. But, the only thing I didn't like was your hair, I kept getting hairs in my mouth and on my tongue. Your labia and everything is so smooth that the hair gets distracting.”“Oh, okay. I can do something about that.” She seemed pleased.Then “the silence” took over again. I was thinking of Connie. Maybe we were all thinking about Connie’s turn. I had waited ever since I met her, to eat her pussy. I was finally going to get my chance.Speaking softly, I said, “Connie, it’s your turn.”“I know,” she. ”I had Cindy look in the cockpit, make sure the magneto switch was off and the throttle closed. I still don’t trust it, though. Made sure there were chocks in front of the wheels, then carefully pulled the propeller though several revolutions.“Making sure that the cylinders didn’t fill up with oil. Hydrostatic lock. Bends piston rods,” I explained to Cindy.“Heard that one before. Problem with radial engines.”“Got that right, kiddo,” I said. “Now, fire extinguisher. Here.” I pointed it out to.