”“What do you think, major,” the colonel turned to the bluff man.“Couldn’t say, sorry. Might be her.”“All right, corporal, dismissed. St...y out of trouble.”Regina saluted, about faced and left, blushing.Regina was in the cockpit of the Spitfire called PG-9 checking the gauges, ticking them off one-by-one on the clipboard list when the scramble horn sounded loudly and repeatedly. She only hesitated a moment, tossed the board and list out, yanked the little access door closed, slid forward the. Back in your car I suggest a short drive to a disused industrial area I know. It's usually got a few cars parked there discreetly, rocking away, and maybe a dogger or two hanging about, so ideal for what I have in mind!The car stops. Your hand slides along the inside of my thighs I give out a little moan as your fingers get ever closer to my now moist pussy. I unzipping me your pants in seconds and pull your now hard cock out. I slide downwards and take your now throbbing cock between my lips. "I'm looking forward to a late night swim," she soon announced as we pulled up into the circular drive."Dark enough, I think it would be perfectly permissible if the two of you just want to skinny dip," dad quipped."Harold!" Mom laughed, though she said nothing else, thus sanctioning perhaps this slightly against the rules scenario, though adding. "Well ... I know you won't be skinny dipping anyway, I have other plans for you," she then added, which made Bella giggle. It seemed even having her. The idea of having Rick’s boss sitting down at their dinner table had been, for the most part very appealing. It was rare for the head honcho to sit across from one of the lesser known employees, and when he did do it, according to Rick, it almost always meant a promotion was on the table. Now though as she took in the bad weather she began to second guess hosting the meal. It was obvious it was not going to be an impressive one. ‘Yeah, he is,’ Rick said over the phone, bringing Renee back to.