“I think we have to go.” Grace’s voice was quiet, and the other three nearly stumbled to a halt, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. The...’d been discussing Ol’ Batty’s end-of-day trolling “walk-through”, and the sudden aside from their friend surprised them. “Go where?” Jessica arched a brow and drew the fallen purse strap back up onto her shoulder, eyes wide. Her suspicions were confirmed when the taller woman simply stated, “The luau. We have to go.” They continued walking at Grace’s. "Would you like it if I told them how nice it is? I'll bet some of them would love to fuck you." She didn't usually talk like that. Her face was also a little contorted. She must have been turned on, too."You want me to fuck your friends?" I asked. I wasn't even thinking about it, really. I was thinking mostly about her hand working my cock. We both felt it swelling, the veins bulging, and the head had turned darker."Oh, they'd love to have this big prick stuffed up inside them," she said,. . none of our aircraft had clocks. I have a clock now. Hey! You TBM's. You got clocks?"One after another, with simple variations on the theme, the reports came in of cockpit clocks existing where there were none before takeoff.It also became apparent that none of the clocks were running properly. The second hand was making it's 60 second sweep but no other hand was working."Hey! Walt! How about you? Your clock working?" Second hand only. Coming up on 12 in 5... 4... 3... 2 ... mark."Again,. ‘I wonder where Frankie is?’ she thought. Then she realized the house smelled good. There was a scent of brewing coffee, and something else that smelled very good, too. She got up, quickly brushed out her tangled hair, slipped on a robe, and went downstairs. ‘Good morning, Kay,’ Frankie said when Kay walked into the kitchen. ‘Good morning, Frankie,’ Kay replied. ‘What smells so good?’ Frankie reddened a little. ‘I…I was starved when I woke up, so I thought I’d make breakfast for us,’ he said..