In order for the squadrons to hone their air firing skills sufficient to knock down the zillion Bison and Bear bombers the Soviets would deploy when �...�the ‘balloon went up’ (I reckon 256 could have at least shot down the balloon) there was an Air Firing Practice School (AFPS) situated at RAF Sylt, on an island of the same name.In February of 1959 I was detached, along with 256 Squadron, for six weeks air-to-air firing practice at AFPS Sylt.For those not familiar with the geography of Northern. After she had finished we carried her back to the couch “oh your a helpful boy” she said as i laid her face down on the couch. raising her arse in the air”. Auntie appeared with an anal speculum. “Okay s*s open up our arse i want to check your stepsons handy work” she inserted the speculum and we gazed into her darkest secret sanctum as she withdrew it mums anus was left gaping “oh auntie it wont close”. “True my boy that’s cause there’s no shit in there the body has relaxed. “Oh can i have. After she closed the door, she asked if I wanted something to eat. I just shook my head no and went to sit on the couch and try to relax. She said nothing and went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee and sat at the dining room table to read the paper. After a couple of minutes of sitting in silence with my eyes closed, I felt my nose start running and I sat up to reach for tissue and something caught my eye. It was my Granny she was sitting at the table with her legs open, at first I. She did not move as my fingers roamed from her perfectly round ass to the concave small of her back and then up to her shoulder blades and strong, square shoulders. She was indeed a beautiful woman.“I did not know you were a lesbian.” I said quietly.There was no response for a moment and I was afraid I had said the wrong thing. Then she mumbled something into the bed, but it was completely unintelligible to my ears. I asked her to repeat it and she pushed herself up and lifted her head and.