“No!” she said. “It’s all or nothing.”“That’s easy,” I shook Dad’s hand, “‘Bye.”I knew I couldn’t stay in Denver. I didn’t... want the girls. They didn’t want me ... not the way I wanted ... and I missed home.Did I ever tell you about Lewistown’s airport? Aviation Magazine has this to say about the airfield:The Lewistown Satellite Airfield was constructed in Lewiston, Montana, during World War II as one of four training facilities for B-17 Flying Fortress crew members and included a storage site. The funny part was, they weren't religious, just very controlling.Cassie called to confirm that everything was a go and that I was to arrive around seven that night. Stacy was going to be dropped off by her dad around six and Cassie's dad and girlfriend would be gone sometime around five (they were going to stay the night at her place that night, Cassie could take care of herself. The girlfriend's kids weren't quite old enough to do so). Now, Cassie, her actual name was Cassandra. Cassie was. It was my turn; I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward my head, very slowly. As her pussy came closer I could see her fluid coming out her vagina, and the meat that was completely visible on porn actresses pussies on hers were only visible when her pussy was a palm away. As my hands squeezed around her ass, sometimes reaching her pussy and sometimes her anus, her breathing was getting deeper and heavier. Her pussy was unbelievable hot, and it was wet, with a liquid that was a bit gooey. It. My cock was fully hard now.Laura smiled at me, telling that my cock was hard; but still I had not seen all her outfit… I said I was looking at it. But then she lifted both legs into the air, bent her knees, and pulled them back so that she was in the classic female fucking position. Then she opened her thighs.I could see the crotch band of her thong it was sunk so deeply into her slit. My cock had become iron hard. That foxy slut looked hot and ready to fuck. She insisted my dick was growing.