And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake…pain like a volcanic eruption that m...kes me scream and scream and scream. So much pain to deliver a life so small. Giving birth was perhaps the most painful and colorful moment of my life, the ripping of a soul that I’m not even sure exists. It tore from me like the wing of bird, disabling my flight through the azure dawn of existence. I felt that when I was crying my tears were made. I saw her to the bedroom and then I went to my room. I normally sleep in the nude but I put on a shirt and shorts for the night. I got onto the bed but I couldn't drop off. I guess I was thinking about Abby. I finally couldn't take it so I got up and went to check on my sister. I knocked gently on the door but my sister didn't answer. I opened the door and looked in. It was hard to see but I thought my sister was asleep.I walked in a few steps and I heard my sister's voice."Tom, is that you?"I. Her pussy lips were openly inviting me for more. I kept my finger on her hole. Her desire surged between her legs, and she was getting hot again with me between her legs.I moved close to her. She took my dick in her hand and kept looking at me. She rolled her lips on my knob, leaving me wanting more. I closed my eyes as she started to lick my knob sensually as she moved on my legs.She held her boobs and pushed them together, inviting me to move my firm dick between them. I pushed my dick from. Finally, another voice came on from a commercial jet, "It's a World War II fighter. Give him plenty of room because the thing lands like a pig." I laughed because he was right.I was on the ground fifteen minutes later. I parked in the General Aviation section, an area for small planes to keep them out of the way of the jets, and arranged for refueling. I carried my gear through the building and jumped into a taxi.I had intended to prowl the city and see if it was true about these Midwestern.