I could feel them as I slid my hand up between her thighs and parted her lips again for my finger to probe. I pushed and felt resistance as well as he... pulling back. I took pulled back. I moved again probing. She was wet, dripping wet so wet that it was sopping the sheets and inside her thighs. I moved up from the valley of her engorge clit sensitive to any touch up through the forest and back up on her. I kissed her and let her taste herself. She devoured my kisses and as she did I guided my. I was imaging what my wife was thinking as he dragged her cunt closer to his cock. I could hear her muted cries of “No, please stop, you’re r****g me, stop, stop.” I was almost believing her but not quite. It was delicious. Armando had her twisting body on the edge of the bed, his body standing between her splayed legs. I really wanted to see her pussy at this point and how close his cock was to it’s goal but Armando’s body blocked my view. He then fell on top of her pinning her to the bed.. And my eyes're getting too bad. I got a couple of waivers already. Time to give it up." It's a Mooney, baby," Nikki said."Oh, I'm familiar, sweetheart, but..." It's faster than Tina's. Or Cindy's." It better be," I said. "Retractable gear." What kind of planes did you say your sisters fly?" he asked."Tina's got a Cessna 182. Cindy's is a 180." This is a J-model. Two hundred horsepower, so it won't burn as much fuel. And it'll cruise a long way at a hundred and eighty miles an hour." Hundred and. "What took you so long?" Carole asked. I stammered that I ran into an old friend from college and quickly suggested we go because he was waiting at the door. Carole was confused but she followed me to the door of the bar. "I'm Kevin," he said to my wife. "Your husband wants to show you something. We'll take my car."We followed him to his car, a late model E Class Mercedes, and Carole asked, "what's this about?" I didn't know how to respond so I just shrugged and got into the passenger seat as.