Her eyes were affixed to the screen as she scrolled through cocks of all sizes and colours. She nearly drooled as she browsed the array of delicious l...oking appetisers that filled her electronic menu, while her actual food turned cold on the dinner table before her. "Kayla!" her mother snapped, yanking the blonde from cock-hungry stupor. "You know the rule about cell phones at the table, young lady. Come on, hand it over." "Oh mom, er..." Kayla stammered, returning to the home screen, as her. Anyhow, so there we are, me telling him his best friend is better in bed than he is, and him telling me that my best friend is better than I am. We kicked that around for a while, and we discovered that 'better' wasn't necessarily the right word. Different was." It was the little things. You're a gentle and tender soul, Warren, and so is that girlfriend of yours. There was one point where you were eating me out, and I saw you look up at me to see if I was enjoying myself-which I was-and you. The girl didn't know exactly what to do, what to expect. She relied on instinct and she just sank to her knees on the hard stone floor. She was breathless, light-headed. She had "dressed" for them. Her sleeveless black vest laced up the front. Her tits bulged against the leather laces. Under the vest she had put on a 28 AA cup mini bra. The straps had been tightened so severely, it lifted her 32 EE cup tits to a nearly impossible position under equally impossible pressure. It hoisted her. There were some sophisticated instruments on the spotter plane, so they had no trouble spotting the enemy plane. Shit, this was an unpleasant surprise! The Bustol was flying at just over four klicks altitude and headed away from the camp. Ansa stayed at altitude and let the enemy continue until she was sure that it could not be seen from the camp. Once Ansa was confident that they could not be seen from the camp, she had her pilot make an attack run at the enemy.Even though the spotter plane.