"We could go for a swim?" I suggested.We had swum many times just here, over the years."No, I don't think so," she shrugged and looked at me and smile...d. "I might just wet my hair though."Her hair was cut short and I mean really short, much shorter than mine. She jumped off the parapet and walked down the slope to the river's edge. We called it a river but in truth it no more than a stream, just ten foot wide and no more than four foot deep. I sat still on the stone parapet as she wetted her. Once in a while, she needed a good hard fucking and that’s when she would log on to some filthy site, pick up a desperate bloke and fuck his brains out. They were always so grateful, as was she sometimes.In the fifteen minutes that she had been chatting to David-19, she had persuaded him to send her a pic of his dick. It was the one thing she required before she came onto them, any of them. In return, she had sent him several pictures of her body; in the bath, in the kitchen, on the bed, legs. I have pilot exemption under name of Gillard, Clare, with the ships HM Courier "Tulip" and the training ship "Sundowner". 737." 737, continue approach."Clare's PDA buzzed — she preferred that sound as her ring tone. She had been half expecting this call and wondered which of the two would com; she made the link and found herself gazing at Morg."Clare, are you trying to give Approach a heart attack? You know they have just ordered the harbour cleared?" Suspicious lot aren't they?" Well, you are. Since you became pregnant, Zoey interjected, hes become shall we say less attentive to your needs. Thats exactly right, a grateful Lisa replied. Do you think you can help me? Of course I can, the young woman replied, thats what Im here for, so if you dont mind Id like you to remove all of your clothing! Y-you mean right here? Lisa asked nervously. Why not? Zoey asked. Are you expecting someone else? Er, no, a red faced Lisa replied, I guess not. Okay then, lets get started, Zoey ordered. Lisa.