I’m coming down from 60 thousand feet and should be able to land in about fifteen minutes. You did what was necessary and took a bullet because of i...t. Let me land and go with you to this hearing. This is bullshit and the same stuff I had to constantly go through. Land and stall them until I’m down. I’ll call you to pick me up wherever it may be.”I was given access to landing and drifted down to gently land and taxi to the area they were indicating. I was monitoring the PX2 coming in as it. The exact opposite, however, was just as likely. Ever since my chance meeting with Mrs. Cruz, the gorgeous mother with a body an woman would kill t have, I started teaching Santiago to play the violin on Tuesdays. Today was Tuesday and I drag myself to get through the day.I remember Mrs Cruz well. She was sweet, nice and convincing. She paid for the year in advance and promised a bonus if her son actually ends up learning something.Every week, without fail and I make my way to their sprawling. When I asked her how she got stuck doing this all day the smile she gave me melted my heart. She told me it made her feel good inside to help people and that I should try it. I stammered some lame line like, I’d try anything if I could do it with her. She said something about the next Sunday, I said OK, and then she said it’s a date then. This was how I ended up at a homeless shelter giving out soup when I could have been home watching football. What can I say, I loved it, she was so much fun. Being a skilled sexual athlete, Kathy soon mastered riding the pistoning rod as it went left, then right, then up, then down, then right, then right again inside her. Far from enduring a firm but understated punishment for her shameful attempt to run from Grand Dad's S&M club, she now was being carried atop a shining stallion that was galloping, galloping, galloping across a tingling plain. Tiny sparks danced from her clit to her vagina and a zesty fire bellowed higher and higher with each.