"It was now down to seconds for 204 people. Flight 709 was still doing 200 miles an hour. Firemen and EMT's were scouring the sky with binoculars look...ng for anything. It was useless in this heavy snow fall. Robbie shutdown the pumps; the runway was clear but wet."Atlantic 709 we show you 100 feet from the runway,150 feet on the glide slope."Seconds later Atlantic flight 709 became an image coming into view in the heavy snow just feet off the runway. Intermittent fire and smoke was coming out. Her hands moved to the top of my head and pushed me further and further down, until before I knew it my mouth was level with her tight puckered ass hole, and I tried to push myself away again."Non, non, non, non, non," she said, re-tightening her grip. "I want you to get my ass hole nice and wet so you can get inside."Somewhat revolted, but incredibly turned on, I decided not to pass up a chance like that, and tentatively stuck out my tongue once again. Thankfully, she was very clean, so I gave. He's glad she leaves a small nightlight on in her room, better than using a flashlight to find his way around. when he's sure that she is settled he moves to her back door and tests it to see if she has left it unlocked. not that it matters he'll still get in, just easier if he doesn't have to break anything to get in. its locked but after moving a few things on her back porch he finds her spare key. he unlocks the door and puts the key back where he found it then steps inside shutting the. Bernard knowing it was likely his last ever time with her; was about to rattle the tackle and explode his full cum load in her; a final cream-pie; something he had never given her, she liked it her mouth as her finale. Chastity saw the glazed vacant look crossing his eyes. She was off him and down ready for his gravy before he could blink. He thought oh well, fine. However, the daughter she should have been to even a priest; knew the technique to stay a cum release. A talented vixen indeed. Her.