As I reached for my beer my buddy said baby doll you are going to have to either let me have some of that or go inside I can't work with you looking t...at good. She told him well I'm not going inside.. and I've fucked in hubby's garage lots of times. I spoke up and said well I have stuff I need to do so if you two are going to fuck out here do it out of my way. I have a old office desk and chair I have a computer setting on at one end of the garage. My wife pointed to it and said come on I'm. Slowly, using the guise of exploring her body, he started undressing her. “I’ve never seen a girl naked,” he lied with a smile “maybe I won’t be so rough and eager if you show me what it looks like.” Sarah was already completely topless but she still had her skirt and panties on. Still, she was uncertain. Sarah felt him, she knew he was hard even know he was hiding his bottom half from her under the covers. “You’re being so helpful to me right now, I don’t deserve a friend like you Sarah.” She. As he tried to sneak closer, intent on scaring her like he had countless times before, he could see that she had one hand under her shirt and the other moving inside her pants, soft moans covering any sounds of his approach. He stopped and held his breath afraid to disturb her. Maybe it was all of the events of the day breaking down his defenses, but he noticed for the first time how gorgeous she truly was. Amy was more the all-American girl-next-door in contrast to the smoky bombshell that was. "His name's Bill Mitchell. He's somehow related to THE Billy Mitchell of WWI fame. We spent the next ten minutes going over the runway layout, the right and left traffic patterns and approach obstacles. Customary approach entry here was at 1000 feet AGL. The barometric pressure was handy on the electronic sign both in the clubhouse and the giant board by the hanger. It updated as I watched it."Based on our conversation" Bill started to say, "I'd say you know your stuff. Lets get you stuffed.