"I thought blonde genes were supposed to be dominant," he said."Well, I guess so... in a statistical sense. Why?" You're a real blonde... either that ...r you've been using the two-bottle peroxide kit. No, your eyes are so blue, you've gotta be a blonde. Dad's hair was dark brown. So's mine. Is that what you meant by statistics? Odds are for it, but no guarantees?" I think so," she said. "Satisfied I'm a real blonde?" Yeah, with your pink skin and blue eyes, you're a blonde, all right." He patted. There’s no question though that we are in the same lane.Oh yes, babe, I’d have you moaning and your hips would be rising to meet my mouth as you pump your cock in my desperately horny mouth. My mouth would be all over you, sucking every bit that protrudes, tongue probing every depth. Oh, how I’m so wanting you honey.I will eat you out like a woman, knees pulled back, legs spread wide, a pillow under your bum to elevate and salivate over your hot, juicy cunt. You push your cock down so I can. I started to rub her panties and decided to peek at her snatch again. She was so warm and wet. I decided to tease her and run the tip of my tongue over her lips and flick her clit with my tongue. She loosened her legs and flipped backwards landing on all fours. She crawled up to me and unzipped my pants letting my dick spring up. She pulled off my pants and pushed my dick up on my stomach and started to suck my balls. Her tongue felt amazing, my balls were baby smooth thanks to her and I could. "Nervousness grips me and my mind races to think of everything I have to do. I read the checklist with a new thoroughness. I no longer have Jeff watching over my shoulder ready to correct any mistakes or mental lapses."Let's see, Throttle 1700 RPM, Check magnetos... 50 to 125 RPM drop on each. That looks like 80 RPM. OK, good."Slowly and deliberately, I check each item. Now it is time to go. I can delay no longer. My stomach informs me of the finality of what I am about to do. Apprehensively.