Chloe continued, “Mom hated that poster.”“I told her it gave me inspiration. Anyway, it must have worked, I’m a pilot!” He laughed, and his ...ister and cousin just gave him ‘the look.’Dad, who used to be a crew chief on a C-130, just chuckled when he saw the poster.Chloe slipped on his letter jacket. She eventually had one of her own from high school volleyball but looking back he remembered seeing her wearing his jacket a few times the summer before he left for the Academy. She was maybe eleven. I yelped as it hit, and he used that opportunity to force his rock hard cock to the back of my throat. My eyes began to stream as he fucked my throat, and I could feel him twitching in my throat, then suddenly he fired a huge load deep down my throat. He paused for a moment, before sliding it out and suddenly I could breath again. "Clean me up, then go clean yourself up" he instructed, and I licked the strings of saliva from his softening cock. I was just turning to the bathroom when his phone. ..NOT!I don't know what I expected, maybe giant multi-colored giraffes,unicorns dancing, leather clad men swinging from rainbows or somethinglike that, boy was I off the mark. There was all the usual things, a bar,barstools, booze, a bartender to dispense the booze, music blaring just abit too loud...yep, in other words just another bar/dance club. I was alittle disappointed, I was kind of hoping to see some darn giraffes. Ididn't see any sign of a restroom, so I went to the bar to ask.. Peter reached for her hand and took it firmly but gently.“Hello, Penny,” he said softly. “Please will you come home with me? I’d really like you to.”She looked up again still nervously but saw nothing but warmth and affection in his eyes. She nodded and was rewarded with a delighted smile.“Come on then, little one. We must let Caroline get on down to Southampton.”He helped her out of the car and into his own. Caroline drove away immediately.Nothing was said as they drove home but Peter’s mind.