See, that's the problem with codes. They can't be weighted, there's no justification, no rationale allowed. And some people insists that it must be co...ed, every little thing, and this is a perfect opportunity for me to demonstrate why that isn't necessarily true ... God! I feel a rant coming on. Shhhh ... Anyway, I did foreshadow that scene in a previous chapter and so it shouldn't be too great a shock even for the most homophobic closet Rock Hudson out there. You guys crack me up..."Yeah, but. Intense. Not angry, per se, but it brings out the same focus and desire to win that I get in randori (sparring). I heard Pam giggle as my words sank past Jen's arrogance, and struck a nerve. Even Cindy had to supress a smile."I... You... Argh!" Jen threw her chair against the table spilling some of the sangria from the bowl, and growled, "I'm not a little girl!"I raised my eyebrows and glanced at Cindy. She looked lost in the face of her daughter's tantrum. If I had one big flaw in dealing with. It didn’t take long before she found out that “seeing” wasn’t the only reason for the skimpy covering. Every few days he would bend her over a chair or table like her husband did, and she would feel a cock entering her barely used pussy. This one was about the same size as the invader at home. In just a few minutes the same surge of hot fluid happened inside her. She was then expected to clean off his shrinking organ. Nothing was said, it was just an expected household duty.She shared all this. From up here the landscape looked simply magnificent. In the sentence: "Only flying is more beautiful", there was more than just a little bit of truth.Ten minutes before reaching the airfield I announced us via radio: "Bergfeld Info, Delta Echo X-Ray Yankee Zulu. "Delta Yankee Zulu, Bergfeld Info," the flight director returned. "Delta Yankee, Zulu, a Highcraft 800 with two people at 2800 feet, current position Holzhausen, for landing." " Delta Yankee Zulu, runway zero niner in operation, QNH.