. we always stop at the F7F and Alice gives her a pat ... a caress ... a lovers stroke. I can read her lips. “Soon, my beauty, soon.”My ‘7’ ha... never been a radar night fighter ... just one seat.“Ya know, Sweet Sister ... the F8 comes first.”She will have to solo a Bearcat before she flies the Tiger. Alice does not like the F8.After the obligatory F7F visit we continued to the grass strip and my current ‘surplus to requirements’ Chilean Navy SNJ, 523.Alice did most of the work. I read, she. "Sorry man, but I gotta jerk a load out right here. Fuck I wish your sister was home."Watching Scott slowly stroke his enormous member, I worked up the courage, "Ryan's not here, but I am. Can I touch it, dude?" Why the fuck not?" Scott grunted, tugging his big, hairy balls through the fly of his jeans. "Hell, you're Ryan's twin brother, it'd almost be like her jacking me off."Falling to my knees in front of this strapping stud, I reached out a tentative hand and gingerly wrapped my fingers. Only then did I jump. I didn't look back. I raced for my room to ready myself for armageddon.When the hammer came down, I was still praying for a way to escape of this mess. Mother entered the room, totally concealed in a thick bathrobe."I have to have a good talk with you young man. How could you have betrayed your mother like this? You defiled the last thing that was good between us. I should abandon you to the state and join a Christian woman's retreat."Her plea for sympathy fell on deaf. “You know, this helps define a sore point in the whole abortion debate,” she casually told everyone. “For years both sides have been fighting over what no one wants to admit, that essentially they’re fighting over assumptions. On the one hand, the pro-lifers, while they’d never admit it, seem to have adopted the idea of a preexisting soul from the Indian theory of reincarnation. They seem to think that there’s this soul just waiting to be born which gets assigned to a new body at the moment of.