As soon as the door closed behind the females, Whitworth turned to Jeff. "Pilot error or mechanical problems?" Mechanical – definitely. And if I wer... to guess, I would say sabotage. There was a loud noise and the engine stopped instantly. A gust of wind drove us into the cliff face, but we were on the way down almost instantly. Mayberry is a damn good pilot. This should not go against his record. I'm sure forensics will..." The helicopter fell right on top of the Daisy Bell. Between the. She moans. I kiss my way to her ear where I whisper, "Think of me as your personal sex toy." She tightens her arms around me."So I can do anything I want with you?" Yes you sexy slut." MMMMMM" she pulls my lips to hers as she rips open my shirt, buttons fly everywhere."She giggles, "Sorry!" "Think nothing of it."My hands softly caress her breasts as Terri kisses down my shoulder to my nipple, she sucks softly, her hands slide down to my crotch as her hot breathing increases in tempo. She grabs. Rachel had at least given me my normal clothes to wear on the walk over. I didn't know whether that was out of compassion, or to make the gulf between what I wore into the bar and what I'd end up wearing at the bar even more immense. Whatever the intention, I already felt naked even though I was still fully dressed. The thought occurred to me that if this is what I felt like now, that the actual strip itself would be completely uncharted territory. I'd undressed in front of girlfriends before.. "We'll fix you up." And there was forgotten participant. Miss Tina. Hurley looked at her. She'd regained composure. Was standing there, all five-foot seven or eight (tall girl) of her, hips a little wider than a bikini model, the tiniest bit of a muffin top over her tight jean shorts, her blue cotton blouse knotted just above the beltline of the shorts. Auburn hair. Blue eyes. And pissed."What about me?" she asked. Hurley's eyes darted back and forth between his car and his partner's, each with.