" And we wanted Carlita to be your wife ... as you were married, it was as it was supposed to be. But that day on the boat, when we all ... Dave, I co...ld be your wife, too." But Pat..." If Pat and I could get married, I think maybe we would have, maybe not. I am still nervous about that idea. I'm not a very good lesbian, and to tell you the truth, Pat wasn't either, not with a plastic dong named 'Dave'. But we wanted to be VERY close..." I was not sure I could do that, Dave. Then this. Yes, we. Your not supposed to treat me as an officer.”“Sir, some people deserve the respect, no matter what the uniform.”“Then thank you, and stand at ease.”The pilot, moved into the ‘at ease’ position and asked, “How can I help you, Mister Magill?”“Start by calling me Jason. Next weekend I’m getting married to a beautiful young lady who’s younger than my daughter. Right now I don’t need to be reminded of how old I am. Now, what I wanted to find out, was if we could contact the bird that’s headed for. I laid back and let her have her fun. Then she raised her body up mine, her breasts dragging up my chest, her nipples hard and teasing. I could feel them pushing against me as her body slid along mine. She gave me a kiss and the sweet taste of her cum was in her mouth. I licked greedily at it while kissing her, savoring the taste of our passion. She thenturned her back to me, and on all fours she lowered her head and chest to the bed, her pussy open and inviting. I got up behind her, rubbing. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped.