What a wanker I am)Well you must know where this is going,... she obviously took that as a signal for you can touch it if you want and that's exactly ...what she did. She didn't say a word. She just looked at it, I just looked at her. She was biting her lip, she started to pull my foreskin back, my cock was the hardest its been in ages. I couldn't fucking believe what was happening. She looked me in the eye and asked me if it felt nice. I nodded. She started to gently pull the skin back and. “Well, I’ll let you get back to Shannon.”“She left.”“Why? Mom said she was staying over. Uh-oh, lover’s spat?” she teased.“Whatever. Colin stole her away.”“Wait, you won’t let me walk home but you send your friends out into Siberia, no questions asked?”“He has a crazy Jeep. They’re roaming the roads, looking for driveways to plow.”“Oh, I’m sure there’ll be some plowing going on tonight,” she said lewdly.“Lara, come on! You’re terrible. This is Shannon we’re talking about. Not you.”“What? I. They were quieter and arrived faster without the telltale thump-thump of rotor blades. When you heard the turbine, they were already over you. The big plus was they didn’t need the detailed inspections every time they returned from flying. The Air Tractor could be refueled, rearmed with a fresh pilot and fly for several days. We had done it.Lorrie agreed and Air Tractor pulled a dozen air frames from the crop duster line and sent them to the military conversion line. It was the same air frame. It was extremely cramped, wet and smelt awful and Clive locked the door behind us. I didn't want to hang around and put my hand on Clive's groin , stroking his cock through his jeans . He leant forward to kiss me but I backed off as I didn't want this encounter to be that intimate . I think he was quite offended by this and roughly gabbed me by the shoulder with one hand and pushed my head down to his groin . With his other hand he undid the zipper on his jeans , pulled them down to his ankles.