.” I explained to him the ‘wiggle the wing’ trick. “Doesn’t work quite as good on a full tank because she doesn’t slosh as much, but if yo... watch real close – wiggle the bead, the gauge is working.”The rest of the checks are easy – fewer moving parts than the little Cessna – but just MUCH bigger.He took his phone out. “I gotta have pictures of this,” he said.Yeah, it’s kind of hilariously incongruent. I took pictures of him, too. Gave him my email address. Had him take pictures of me with my. Outside he(it) makes a magnificent sun in this soft winter. The snow fell but stayed only on trotoirs and natural, so green usually, was covered with a beautiful white coat.We arrive in front of to you. We did not see the time(weather) passing so we had things to be said ourselves. Especially that you played the tourist guide, because I never came in your country, except that through the images and the photos on internet.The car parks and we come down(fall) from it. The taken(brought) out. “Er, no.” “So he shouldn’t have to, should he? Poor guy.” “Okay, fine. I’ll tell him. He can go home. He’ll be relieved.” “No, honey, I don’t mean that.” “Not totally following you, Em.” “He can still come back. Both of you are coming back. That’s agreed.” “So what’s Danny and Petra gonna do all night? Play scrabble?” “Maybe Petra can,” I giggle, “She’s probably good at scrabble. But your pal Danny, no, he doesn’t seem the scrabble type. I’m pretty sure there’s something else he’d rather be. Being a bit of a tease I leaned over the table as I stood up and treated you to a bit more cleavage and, surprise surprise, you're now quite keen to give me a lift home. As we get in your car, I pretend I can't get the seat belt fastened, so you have to lean over and adjust it so it fits snugly between my tits. I push them out against the fabric of my T-Shirt and your hand can't help but wander. Off we go and I keep my hand over your cock all the way home, squeezing gently until you start to.