Why don’t you put on your pyjamas and come on into my room. I want to prove to you that everything is fine.’ With that, she turned and walked out ...he door, turning down the hall toward her own room. Not knowing what she had in mind, but guessing that she was going to let me have a couple of the magazines for my own room, I changed into my pyjamas (I always only wore the bottoms with no underwear) and went to her room. The door was open, and she was laying on the bed.‘Come on in, k**do,’ she. Both aircraft carried specially modified FLIR pods that we would test in a high level pass over Tallahassee. Operations knew precisely where everyone was located in that sparsely occupied city and our hopes were that the pods containing our infrared sensors would send back data that verified those locations.The FLIR, an acronym for Forward Looking Infrared, was older technology that we had reinvented for this purpose. It had to be reinvented as the old technology mapped locations using GPS. Then she said, a study in adult responsibility, in contrast to hischildish display of temper, "Now you have even less time left before Rodgets here. I hope he won't have to see a messy house."As Zelda anticipated, the mention of her lover both motivated andfrightened her husband. He looked around like a trapped animal and thenhurried away. Soon he had a dust rag in his hand and was busily cleaningthe edges of furniture that didn't need any attention. She loved it whenshe got him so stressed. She pulled me down to lay beside her. I let my hands roam around her body before coming to rest over her hot, wet, shaved snatch. I curled two fingers inside her. She gasped. “Fuck me now, David,” she said in a softened voice. “Put that thing inside me and fuck my pussy hard!” I turned her over to take her from behind. She raised her ass, her puffy pussy pushing out between her legs, almost pouting, begging for cock. I run the head of my shaft teasingly along her slit until she thrust backward.