The knowledge that she was making me so completely happy made her feel totally fulfilled as a woman and really intensified her own orgasms to a level ...hat she had never imagined possible.For the first year or so sex was great with Lydia as we both enjoyed talking dirty to each other whenever we fucked, reliving the great threesomes we had with Allen, especially the memorable ones like when Allen and I both would take turns switching between her cunt and ass when we fucked her at the same time. Come on, we got to get ready" and turned to walk back into the hanger.The layout of the office in the hanger was almost identical to the one he was in before going up in the plane with Crash, the only difference was the large screen TV along the back wall and a row of lockers along the outside wall.A man in a flight suit came up and said, "You must be Patrick" and extended his hand.Patrick took it saying, "That's me." Great, I'm Oscar, the jump instructor, why don't you head over to the lockers. “I don’t deserve you.”“None of that crap,” said Jo. “You deserve me as much as I deserve you, and don’t you forget it.”“Yes Mum,” I said, rolling my eyes.Jo rolled on top of me and, holding me down, tried to kiss me to death as punishment. Well that was better than one of the five different ways she knew of breaking someone’s nose. “Are you ready to go again?” she asked, grinding her crotch against me.“No, I need a few more minutes,” I admitted, although my little trouper was already back to. Prepared to scream her lungs out, Betty caught herself when she noticed there were people outside her shared community living property. She spied her husband halfway to his car as he stopped to talk to a repairman. It was the same hulking black repairman she saw before. They exchanged a few words and a laugh before going their separate ways...him in his car, the repair man walking towards her house.Her attention peaked, Betty quietly closed the door and stalked the repair man through each.