I’ve been flying in every one of ‘em and a few others as well. Sundays when the weather’s nice we sort of have a little social at the airfield a...d a few people know about it and fly in to visit. Sometimes we have contests around flying. I got to be the bombardier for one of our contests – flour-bombing. Mister Barton flies in from western Georgia in an airplane that’s older than he is – 1946. It’s a neat old thing.Actually, he took me and Vicki and Rachel all up, one at a time, for bombing. I could smell the musty smell. I opened my mouth and licked. from the shaft to the tip. mmmm, it was smooth and warm. when I licked the tip I got a little extra, and I thought, oh yeah. I just tasted pre cum for the first time in my life. It was the first time I licked a cock. I loved it. Salty and slimy. Just like my own, but a slightly different flavor. I heard him gasp when I licked. That’s a good sign, I thought. I brought the cock upright to full attention, and thought fuck it I'm going. Ian held his cock inside her pushing deeper, deeper! Jackie panted, arching her back slightly. "Look at me" Ian called. His face inches from Jackie's. Her eyes remained closed. "Look at me" Ian snapped, his voice commanding, Jackie complied, opening her eyes. "That's it" said Ian gently "good girl." Ian lifted his backside slightly and then quickly thrust forward, "Oooooh" moaned Jackie. "My boss Bernie, wants to watch me fuck you Jackie" Ian began, "so" he said, "lets give him a show he will. The robe was open a little where her legs crossed, and Jim looked at her smooth thighs in the golden light of morning. She looked up at him and smiled, waving a hand toward the coffee maker in invitation, then turned back to the newspaper in front of her.Jim poured himself a cup of coffee, tore a piece off the sweet roll that was beside the coffee maker, and sat down across from his mother. His father had been gone for just over two years, and the family had managed to adapt. His sister Jan was.