"Well Dad it looks like I am about to unzip your pants and slip my hand inside." You are insane Syd, we can't do this." He tried to protest but before...he could stop her she had already done as she said. He let out a soft gasp as he felt her warm little hand wrap around his cock. "Oh god Sydney" he groaned. He moved his arm out of her way as he accepted it. Her body moved closer as she lowered her head. She pulled his cock free from its material prison and began to run the tip of her soft pink. With one look I knew she was telling me to stop being such a pompous ass and remember who I was talking to. To be fair, it's a look she has given me a lot over the years..."Okay." I chuckled "It's been two weeks since movie night, and 40 something hours since our date began." She nodded. "And I think it's finally occurred to me, this isn't a dream."She smiled gently at me and said quietly "It'd better not be." I woke up at dawn, and my brain was going crazy ... I want this to work, and I think. You were really. You had met Doe in elementary school, and had always had a crush on her. You just never had the balls to admit it to her, mainly because you remember the fights your parents had, and you didn't want that as well. Basically you had a fear of commitment.Lacey returns to the desk with a receipt to sign, and a folder with the keys in it. "Okay, Mr. Jones, just sign here for your receipt. The car is in B32. When you return it next Monday put it back in that spot, and fill the tank. His wingman, Bradley Simon, wiggled his wings as his Spitfire zoomed past. Pete was barely twenty feet above the Channel when his engine seized up and flames began to creep towards the cockpit. With little other choice, he began a controlled ditch into the cold waters. The Spitfire bounced along the surface until it settled into the choppy sea. It had been six days since Carrington had delivered the news of Pete’s crash. With each passing day, her hope for his survival had waned. Sam began to.