Flying machines heldgreat fascination for him. His favourite bedtime stories involved suchlegendary heroes as Chuck Yeager and Neil Armstrong. Thomas ...had hoped hemight get to try his hand at designing a rocket. Instead, his time hadmostly been spent making schematics of structural members for the framesof rigid airships. If any heavier-than-air craft were under developmentat Carlisle, it was being kept secret.With a mental shrug, Thomas turned to the task he'd yet to complete fromthe day. She was wearing some ridiculously high blue heels, blue stockings and a figure hugging bright blue dress. The dress had a zip from top to bottom, opening from both ends. The top zip was open and one of her massive tits was out, the bottom was also open up to her waist. She was wearing a pair of “fuck me now” knickers with no crotch, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. My husband was finger banging her, cunt juice was squirting out as his hand sloshed around her gash!I felt my fanny. So I asked her whether she thought this Baby Doe opera would be any good. It worked, and the subject didn't come up againBack at work I was so busy I almost forgot about the conversation. But not entirely. One of the kids looked a little like Steve--muscular, blond, tight T-shirt, you know. But, unlike Steve, green as grass. Steve might have been a baby when Beth snatched him, but he isn't now. I kind of thought about Steve for a minute, until we got to discussing software companies this kid. She set the alarm, and they climbed into bed. Hugging each other, they kissed tenderly.Cuddling against each other, they fell asleep.Sandy and Paul stretched out on their sides, facing each other after showering together. They kissed for a moment, and then Sandy pulled her head back.“Do we have to go tomorrow? I’d rather stay home with you and fool around,” Sandy said.“We won’t stay out too long. We’ll have all night when we get back. If we don’t go, Cliff and Tammy are going to start.