"Jesper: "Are you joking with me right now?"Me: "Untie them and find out"He hesitated for a second and then grabbed the laces of my shorts. The laces ...were like shoe laces with the way they were wiggles around the shorts. He started untying every last bit of it until the front of my swimming shorts were completely open and started slowly dropping. He took them off and handed me the shorts. "Nice choice of color" he said. I thanked him whilst he checked me out and made me turn around to check my. "Rose pushed her son off of her and onto his back crawling in between his legs to put his pussy slimed cock into her mouth. "Oh, God mother. You are truly the Queen of Cocksuckers." That was the nickname Rose's ex husband had given her and she was once again proving him right as she lathed her son's cock with her tongue while simultaneously bobbing her head on his throbbing member." Make my prick shoot in your mouth." Brad begged as Rose twisted her tongue under the head of Brad's straining. As he checked the coins, he sent them to the jars at one edge of his desk. The pennies went into the penny jar, the nickels into the nickel jar, the dimes into the dime jar, and the quarters went into the quarter jar.Using his magic gift, checking the coins went a lot faster than usual. He was amazed at how much time it used to take to turn over the coins. Having them flip to the right orientation was very convenient. In the whole jar of coins, he found one that he didn’t already have. It was. They introduced me to several pilots and suggested I visit Fokker in Amsterdam.Been there, done that. The plant was ... Okay ... but nothing to write home about. Valmaat was building better aircraft. Fokker was still working with biplanes and fixed gear. We stayed longer in Amsterdam because Dal wasn't ready for us in Belgium.I made the call."Dal?" David?" Yes. Are you ready for us?" I asked."Do you think she'll still fit?" Dal asked."Dal ... it's out of date. You need a new suit, belts, shoes.