It didn't hurt this time. I was already getting over the soreness from the marathon fuck session. Day four went much the same as day three. I was ve...y clingy with Jason and hardly left his side. He started to wonder about my strange behaviour. He kept pulling away from me to go and do things with his friends. A few of the guys tried to flirt with me whenever Jason wasn't around. They were even touching me when they could get away with it. As I was lifting the Jerry can to get a drink of. She told me how warm his cock felt, how much bigger his cock was than when she saw mine when I was 12, the feeling of pride at making him spurt in the air. The salty/sex smell of fresh cum. She really drove me nuts when she told me she jerked of her boyfriend and then slowly licked the cum of her hand and fingers in front of him.I often couln't wait to jerk off when I got home hearing her stories. She would occasionally look at my crouch to see if I had a hard-on, which I usually did. When. At first, I wasn't sure what had woken me; sort of a rattling sound coming from the living room window. I turned over, and thought, "Oh it's just Amber playing with the sash." Then I froze. Amber doesn't live here anymore. I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the softball bat from the closet. I tip toed as stealthily as I could to the bedroom door. And stubbed my toe on the dresser. Oomph! I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. I inched open the door and crept around the bend. I. " Bill opened the onboard stair and grabbed the 'preflight walk around.'So Bill read and Art kicked, cranked, lifted and shook, pulled pins and removed air dams, stuck his finger in the wing tanks and drained a little fuel looking for water. He read the engine hours meters and scribbled the readings on his palm.Bill walked along behind and kicked, cranked, lifted and shook, checked on pulled pins and removed air dams, stuck his finger in the wing tanks and drained a little fuel looking for.