I’m basically an old woman. No way could I ever fly one of those things, and while I’m on the subject, even the scouts scare me, and seeing those ...nterceptors just sitting there on the flight deck tends to make me want to be somewhere else. They look like they’re just waiting to destroy something. I...”Jeff cleared his throat. “Before I address that, let’s clear something up. You are what you look like you are. A young, vibrant woman with a sharp mind and a killer body. So you need to change. ”“Okay. I guess we’ll see you for breakfast before we fly back...”She smiled. “That’ll work.”“I didn’t know you played piano,” I said. “Pretty darned good!”“You LIKED it?” she squeaked.“Everybody ... You and that lady...”“Mizz Kogan,” she said. “I bet she could rock a joint when she was in ‘er twenties.”“Y’all rocked the joint today.”“Yeah, but the community ... They have a BAND. No keyboardist, though...”“There’s your sign, Sandy...”“Oh, god, no. Not Alabama. My dad ... Nina...”So okay,. What exactly is THIS? This is being in a private room with three guys, a futon, and a shower big enough to accommodate four people and a bottle of champagne with four glasses. This is having three pairs of hands preparing to undress me while they take all sorts of liberties with my sexy body.I was laying back on the futon, the skirt I was wearing a little longer than I usually wore and the peasant style blouse loose fitting with a revealing cleavage. Oh, and as was usually the case when I. He looked at her. She met his eyes, and then looked down at her friend’s arse and then back to him. She silently nodded to him and bit her lip.Jack squatted behind Katy and lined up his stiff manhood behind her. He slowly rubbed the swollen head up and down her wet slit. Katy moaned “yes.”He took that as his cue and pushed his cock head slowly into her tight snatch. And she was so tight, so young, so wet. He hadn’t felt anything like it since his early twenties. He almost shot his load right.