We have had a terrorist incident on board and the flight crew is dead. Help." Station calling please repeat." came from my headset."The flight crew is...dead and we have no one to fly the plane." I told him."Who are you and what of the terrorists?" The man asked."Kevin Harris MI5 and General Cummings at the Pentagon with The Secretary of Defence will confirm that. The terrorists are all dead as are our flight crew and a man I presume was an Sky Marshal." I told them "Can you get us down?" Hold. He did. Before I knew it we were walking to the woods in back of the building.He was an average guy, maybe 40 years old, jeans and a sweatshirt. We found a spot and he dropped to his knees and undid my pants. He took my dick into his mouth and started to work. He was good, my dick grew hard as a rock almost immediately as his soft tongue and lips worked around my shaft and head. He sucked at a steady pace without stopping or changing up, and it wasn't long before I had thrown my head back and. “Well, you see my pussy down there?” I asked. “Yes,” Brett replied. “Will you please eat my pussy Brett?” I asked. Then he gave me another kiss just before he climbed down and got right over my pussy. He was really gonna eat me out, I suppose he could have just have been being nice by returning the favor, but I think he really wanted to. He leaned his head and began eating his own sister out. He made sure to make me feel good. I began moaning a little bit, some great signs of pleasure, so he. "You're saying that God made you a guardian?" I asked incredulously.Great! I had an elderly nut case in front of me, who was extremely powerful, and had delusions of talking to God. 'Oy vey', as the saying goes.He started laughing. I frowned, then I actually blushed. Damn, I forgot that he had said he could read thoughts. Although, if he thought God had made him a guardian, then it could be that he was just very good at reading peoples expressions and body language, and could interpret them.