They never ran out.The huts produced crated spare 450 horsepower Pratt and Whitney nine-cylinder, air-cooled, radial engines ... Wasp juniors ... and,...oddly enough, Ranger sixes still in the box."Somewhere around here is a Widgeon," Junior said."A bird?" asked Connie."That too ... but this Widgeon is a smaller version of the Goose ... the airplane ... not the bird. Those Ranger engines are spares for the Widgeon. I wonder where it is? David!!!"David came running out of the hangar. "Junior?". Her line of vision moved more toward the center of the room. Then she saw him, an extremely handsome man in a tux standing in front of the fireplace. When their eyes met, her heart leapt in her chest.His smile was large and warm. He seemed to not notice the throngs of people around them. Not even the ones that walked through the space that stood between them, threatening to break their eye-contact.He held up a glass in the form of a question and she smiled and nodded before walking to where he. I could hear and feel the same thing from Georgie. We were both losing our virginity. Her warm pussy felt excellent around my cock as I thrusted in and out the hole. So much for two fingers! But she wasn't loose, no, she was VERY tight. It felt really nice to move your cock around inside her. Plus she was screaming while you were doing it, which was an upside. She then made me spin the Twister board, which made my arms go behind my head, and my feet lying near the end. It was awkward, but she. We got along great and drank into the evening. My wife was working late again and she worked 2nd shift so I had all night basically free. Around 11 we noticed how late it was and he asked if I needed to call it a night. I said no and we talked later into the night. His wife came by to see and meet me. She was a nice woman with a thick body but curvy. Nice shapely ass, wide hips, and large tits that seemed to be very very firm like the rest of her. She left and I told him he was a lucky man.