Juliette laughed. “You should be keeping your legs crossed Sharon,” she quipped.She saw the funny side. “Bit difficult when strapped down in sti...rups!” she responded with laughter. “Did you get the cubicle curtains?”“Yes. We’ve just about finished the room now. All kitted out… looks like a proper hospital consulting room.”“Oooooh, can I come over and see sometime?”Juliette thought about it for a few moments. “Tell you what, why don’t you come over for consultation?”“Consultation?”“Yes,”. So what do you recommend for a first plane?" I said."Depends a lot on what you plan to do with it, and that kind of thing. He said first of all let met tell you they aren't cheap to buy, operate, or maintain." he said."I don't know if you knew it or not, but I'm living in a small town. I live down in New Wales," I explained. "I doubt that I will use it for business. If I did, I might fly 500miles no more for sure. I know they probably told you I could afford it, but I don't usually buy things. The process repeated until we had each done it three times and we all felt comfortable with it. I would most likely not refuel a plane or refill the truck but I wanted to know the procedure in case we had any problems.As a transportation driver in the Marines I had ferried fuel many times. The setup in this truck was much easier. Probably that was because this was a new truck with all the latest filters and all the valves were air operated. I needed sunglasses; the stainless steel tank was so. One hand slipped back, cupping her head, while the other dropped and slid around her. He’s taking off my bra. The thought barely had time to register in Sammi’s mind before she felt him pulling it away from her body, and the weight of her breasts met his bare chest. God, that feels so nice. The blanket was still warm from her body earlier, and she melted back into it as Diondre continued to kiss her. His tongue slid past her lips, and she found herself clutching at him as the kiss deepened, his.