We were keeping a sharp watch for D. VIIs, and one of our covering pilots did spot the Germans before they got close enough to us to do any shooting. ...he four covering fighters peeled off to attack the six D. VIIs while we continued on our journey to kill an observation balloon.I guess that I should point out that these balloons were never more than a couple of miles behind German lines. When I say that we had to fly a long way, what I meant was that we would fly pretty much parallel to the. Don’t ask. Anyways, I just wanted everyone to understand that this story is meant to be tongue and cheek. I don’t condone murder, or adultery. I just have a twisted sense of humor… In fact, I don’t even quite know where to post it… Erotic Horror, or Humor & Satire. I’ll post first in the later of the two. Which is the purpose for this warning. I’m sick and twisted. In what you would call ‘fetishes’ and ‘humor’. Basically, I’m not the person you want your kids to be around. But I am quite useful. He slipped his hand under her top and groped her full supple breasts. Her niples reacted to his touch and strained to be free. He could see the two shadows through the tent, merging as one. His blood boiled as he thought what the man was doing to her, he had no right to touch her like that, she was supposed to be his. He slowly moved closer to the pitch, being careful not to make a sound. He could see they were naked now and he couldn't wait any longer. He picked up a stone and threw it in. I never want this moment to end. Then he withdraws. I feel like I’m losing part of myself, I immediately push back, searching for that cock. Hoping for it to enter me once again. Then Rick slowly feeds my ass his cock again… too slowly. I’m craving him deep in my ass already. And he goes deep, so deep I feel consumed by him. Then he starts to fuck me. I’m being fucked by a man, by my man. A woman I’ve lusted after for the past two years is kissing and massaging me but all I care about is that.