"I'm sorry," she said after she stared at us for a while, her slight accent made me think she must be from an east-european country, probably Romania....ovella looked like a deer in the headlights, while I regained my composure quickly. "It's alright," I said, grinning. "It just seems that this dirty fucking cow has made quite a mess and it needs to be cleaned pronto." She looked at me dumbfounded and so I took advantage that most people will just do whatever they're being told. "Come in and. Rocco's bighands kneaded her ass and she moaned over and over. His big fingershooked the strings of her thong and pushed it down. The tiny scrap offabric fluttered to her feet. "Oooh," she groaned and trembled harder.Rocco wasn't done. He unbuttoned the jersey and pushed it off hershoulders. He quickly yanked her crop top over her head, unfastened herbra and pulled it off too. Then he put the jersey back on her andbuttoned it. "There," he pronounced, "that's the way a girl like youshould. He wrote about them, gave speeches about them, taught other pilots about them. For all I know, once a month he'd be screwing his wife and she'd yell out "mid-air collision, number 2 engine is out, hydraulics are gone, what do you do?" and he'd have to answer before she'd finish him off.Anyway, whatever his technique, that cool handed fucker splashed down like he was flying a seaplane. The biggest problem they had (I swear I'm not making this shit up) was that the life rafts are strapped to the. ” I obeyed so I was positioned above her, and she mercifully removed the nasty piece of pantyhose from my mouth and tossed it on the floor. I was still trembling. She wiggled around and removed the pantyhose entirely, then tossed them into her briefcase. “Okay, start stroking your dick.” I began to stroke it. With one hand, she continued teasing my balls, and she began rubbing her bare feet all over my face and chest. “That’s it, cum you dirty footboy. Aren’t my feet soft and beautiful? Do you.