Allison cried out as she felt her cheek stinging painfully. The poodle started barking furiously."I will call the police," she said with trembling voi...e and retreated into the house."What are you going to tell them? Who is going to listen to you, little slut? " Laura said, stepping over the threshold.Allison clenched her fists and felt a wave of anger rising inside her, blinding her common sense."He loves me. He wants to get divorce and marry me," she said.Laura's eyes darkened, her arms. " he pulled offthe shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.Celia picked it up and pressed her face into thecloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed inhis scent, felt his body heat. She looked up at him,his arms, his shoulders and felt an awful yearning.Reaching into the bag for another beer she chanted,"More beer, more Stephan, more beer, more Stephan."He slid down his zipper and Celia tipped the bottleand gulped. Midnight swims were suddenly a wonderfulidea.When Stephan's pants. ?She held them against my nostrils. ?Smell them.?I breathed deep her musky sexually charged body odors. The sensual experience was nearly overwhelming. ?Do you want to taste them???Yes.?She draped her panties over my head, positioning them over my nose. Her scent was intoxicating. I could feel her wetness in the entire the entire crotch. Rich female odors overlaying the smells of pee and the scent of her ass drove crotch-straining need to my entire body. I quivered in total sensual. Pivot around, visually checking for traffic, then out on the runway.“Any particular choice of take-off regimen?”“It’s a Stearman, girl. Not much difference between ‘em.”“I know. Got used to it, but I can keep the tail low – soft field technique...”“Make yourself happy.”“I know all about flaps. Cessna 152’s got good flaps. I’m familiar...”And we’re in the air, climbing.“Okay,” he said. “You showed me your flight planning. Take me to Shreveport Downtown.”He’s looking for accuracy at holding.