You could get the motor worked on by any competent auto mechanic. It would burn regular gas and oil and would have the simplest of avionic, unless you...want more," he said."Sounds kind like flying a Sopworth Camel," I said."Yeah it is," he said."Actually I like the sound of that. Tell your boss to email me the relevant links and prices to have it delivered here. I will fly it the two hundred or so miles home.After that I drove home in the truck to begin looking at the statistics and cases that. “Yes,” she replied, “I am half Chinese.” As if that explained it all. She unwrapped the foil and pulled out the little rolled up rubber. She made sure it was the right way round and then placed it on the top of my cock and expertly rolled it right down. Her hand then grasped my sheathed tool and gently rocked it up and down for a moment. “I like the size of you Will. It’s bigger than I’ve had before and I think I am going to like it.” She said this with a bright smile, her almost almond shaped. He hadn't liked what he saw. The address was a walled estate, not a house. The video cameras that covered the street hadn't been difficult to spot, either. Fuck, it's a fortress, he'd thought.Now, he stood on the side of mountain behind and to the side of the walled estate, wishing he had a pair of binoculars. Three homes, not one, he mused from his bird's eye view of the walled fortress.Perhaps a closer look would tell him more.The alarm wasn't loud, but Flint heard it. He'd heard it before. I suspected her size was somewhere between D-cup and DD-cup.To celebrate Sherry's new look and her upcoming thirtieth birthday, I booked a vacation for the two of us to Las Vegas. My folks watched the kids while we were away. The trip got off to a great start. We gambled, ate and saw a show the first day. Sherry wore this short mini-dress she had bought for the trip. It was not the type of thing she usually wore. Being a conservative girl, she shied away from sexy clothes, but the sales lady.