Also, we had started the school that Poppa wanted and both were students and we were teachers. Poppa was a natural teacher. Much to their and others' ...urprise, so were Bennie and Momma! I got along. After all, teaching people hand-to-hand combat is not the same. As the teenagers progressed, we became an even more polite society. Schooling was popular and a number of adults took to learning quite well, too. Steve was in Bennie's course and became quite good much to his surprise. Kevin had become. A disturbing thing we noticed, was that at least a few of the men seemed to wearing guns. To tell the truth, I had all the time been quite sure that the group living on that ranch would be at least partly armed, and I was not that worried about it. Having a gun and using it against other people were two different things. At least, I wanted to believe so.The next awkward moment was when it was time to go to sleep, since the only bed in the room was a queen-sized one that had seen better days.. And since I knew I was going to do it...YEAH!!!I really did want to learn to fly, but by the time I was legal the airport was a snowmobile race track ... and the FAA had made it expensive to learn and had damn near regulated the ownership of private planes out of existence. Just keeping track of what airport would be still in operation 1992 ... when I was seventeen ... was a serious chore.We lined up at the gate. The Army was selling off it's L4's today and I was the third truck and trailer in. She pulled up the skirt to show off a tease excuse for panties, they were black lace and nearly sheer. He stared for a moment, running his finger over the silky fabric, before tossing them aside with the boots. Leaning in to kiss her, he slipped a finger inside of her. She pressed her hips forward, leaning into the touch. He fingered her for a few moments before slipping in a second finger. She squeezed around his fingers, wet and tight. Kissing her hard, he unzipped his pants and pushed them.