I LOVE this bird, but if fuel economy is what you wanted, this ain’t it, and I’m glad our company Signature card works here.Then, a couple of text..., and it’s a short hop back over to Dukes Field, where we landed to a CROWD, including Mr. Dukes, Matt and Sandy, Greg and Hanna. Hanna, who got a big smile when she read “Hanna“, about 2 inches high, in script, under the cockpit window.Mister Dukes. You just KNOW I had to get him into the cockpit.He eased back into that plush co-pilot’s seat,. After a closing prayer, we dismissed for the main service. The six of us sat down. Jam whispered, “I can remember sitting under that chandelier with my parents when I was young. They will be here and I want you to meet them.” I nodded. I noticed Angela whispering to Roger and had the feeling that a different talk was occurring.A few moments later, an older couple in which the man looked like an older version of Jam walked in by the piano and came toward us. The woman’s face lit with recognition. .I felt the pain subside as he just held me there... impaled on his cock..let me adjust "that's a good white slut" he said.."you will be begging me to fuck you like this baby".He started to move, slowly at first, and then forcefully... I gasped each time he hit bottom, my cock was soft and bouncing between my legs, all of my attention on the pleasure of my ass... I glanced up now, seeing my reflection in the mirror... naked, gasping, sweaty but will with look of lust on my face as I took the. I shook my head but she just said "Well, we willtake everything as it comes, now off to bed before your dad gets home andsees you in this state!" That feeling of sickness flashed through me atthe sheer mention of my fathers return home, was she going to tell him?What would he say? What would he do? And worse of all, what would hethink of me? As if reading my mind, she touched my cheek with her handand told me this should be our secret, no one else should know. I askedif that included my dad,.