Saves the ramp fees at the other airport,” she said. “We’re still arguing about fuel.”“Well, we’re a whole five miles from a big airport. ...ot both gas and jet juice.”“Yeah,” she said. “But if we can knock a buck or two per gallon...”“True.”Cindy’s turn:I can’t help it. I really LIKE having a teen sister.“Your choice, Mandy. You can stay here with the rest of the Munchkins at the lab or you can come with me...”“Where’re we going?”“That little Cessna Wally’s had in his hangar?”“Yeah. Said he was. In a couple of minutes, he returned, handing Jonah an envelope with ‘Adriana Jeppeson’ written on the front.“You want to know what your wife made in tips tonight, my friend?” He was apparently talking to me. He opened the envelope, it wasn’t sealed. He took out the check inside and looked at it. My jaw dropped open. It was a check made out to Adriana Jeppeson in the amount of $12,580! Twelve fucking thousand dollars!Then the thought quickly went through my brain, is that the going price to lose. Janelle leaps up, marble-filled sock in hand, swinging it at Randy's head. It connects, splitting open, marbles flying everywhere, spilling and bouncing and rolling.The force of the blow makes Randy stagger a step, but he regains his balance. He grabs Janelle by her robe, shaking her by the front of it; the fabric rips, but not enough to free her from his grip. His other hand swats across her face like a baseball bat, snapping her head sideways. He then half-turns and throws her into the corner. The next morning I was sound asleep when they both jumped on my bed and pulled my covers off."Get his underpants off," screamed Tracy as they both tugged my briefs off and threw them across the room. Then Sarah said, "Hold him down, I'm getting on his face," and Tracy pressed me down on the bed as her sister straddled over me and pushed her pussy down over me. Both were naked and I could feel one of them, it must be Tracy, begin playing with my dick as Sarah was rubbing her wet pussy all over.