. we did. The registration number had the other end of the line stumped.(What ya flying?) "A pair of L-4's."(Got your logbooks since the war?) "We're ...orking on that."(They missing?) "No ... they just don't have many entries."(Restored? Homebuilt?) "No ... not restored. Original."(Serial number?) "ZU-35117, ZU-35118, Fuselage numbers are ZU-117 and ZU-118."(What kind of numbers are those?) "US ARMY AIR FORCE."(When were they issued?) "1945."(Ok ... we're not getting anywhere ... let's try this.. “Hey. Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Call me back.” As I hit the end call button on the phone, I saw him. Not my boyfriend, but Mr. Reed. “I couldn’t but help overhearing, but do you need a ride home?” I wanted to say yes. I wanted to say yes and that he could take me wherever he wanted. However, Kayla was in the next room and well, the complete truth is that I didn’t have the courage to say something like that. “I don’t think so. My ride should be here soon.” “Are. My ass cheeks were being repeatedly slapped by many different hands, the sting, burn and expectation of what might be coming brought me to a wonderfully strong orgasm. Someone noticed it, ran his hand along my inner thigh and shouted, the bitch loves it, she's coming. he then shoved his fingers in my pussy and thrust after thrust, while another was twisting the nipple clamps, brought me to a shuddering multiple orgasm. The additional moisture allowed my tormentor to put his entire hand in my. Does She imagine him with his pervy collection in his home, despite Herself, him seeing a girl out his window and his expression overwhelmed with joy at seeing a lovely sexy-dressed girl go by, after he’s waited hours, and knowing She will give him the perv ecstasy that’s all he needs, just seeing Her walk along, his contorted expression as She makes him ejaculate just at the sight of Her. Probably not. Nice thought though. All the Goddesses I’ve worshipped in person though know all that about.