And yet with each slap of my flesh against the counter he sent me higher and higher, the knot inside of me coiling tighter and tighter. I squeezed har...er and harder around him, and he groaned into my ear in response. “Yes my tight little slut. That’s right. Cum for me. Let me hear you. I want people to know who’s fucking this tight pussy and making you scream.” His voice was deeper, rougher, as his hips slammed harder into me. He was closer too, I could feel it. He was swelling hard and big. It was Gibson. ‘Yes LT?’ ‘Were you off sl**ping again?’ ‘No.’ I shinned the flash light on my watch. I had lost over an hour. Jane was nowhere in sight. On a hunch I looked at the tombstone. It had the original name of Jane Apple scratched out and a new name scribbled beneath it, Sarah Green. A birth date was added too. April 21st, 1864. She was 29 when she was murdered. Since her body was found in the morning of the 22nd chances were she was killed on her birthday. I listened to Lt. Gibson. Pinky waggled the BE's wings to attract the attention of the escorting British fighters then dropped the aircraft's nose and opened the throttle to the stops.A sudden steep turn caught Phillip off-balance and he crashed against the side of the cockpit. He managed to grab at one of the struts and barely prevented himself from being catapulted clean out of the plane. He could now identify the Germans as Fokker 'eindekkers'. The 24 Squadron fighters howled down into their path and soon the sky was. I met my girlfriend three months later and I wouldn't say we are in Love but we really do love being with each other. We met Dennie and Debbie two months later at a "Gay Bar" that we frequent from time to time. They are both close to 35 years old and both are very attractive people. We hit it off right away and ended up spending the rest of the evening at my house. Dennie is a very forward person and when I went to the kitchen for more drinks Dennie followed me. At that point Dennie asked me.