When all the paperwork was done, the FAA inspector asked, "Would you allow me to fly one of the biplanes?"Wes said, "I would be honored if you'd do th...at for me. Which one do you want, the stock bird or the high performance one?"The man went to the high performance bird and checked to make sure there was plenty of fuel. Jimmy wouldn't let him off the ground until he topped it off. When that was done, he went over the controls with the inspector and watched as the man started the engine.We. She massaged his tongue with hers, placing a hand behind his head and scratching his neck. James' hands reached for her cheeks, holding her face softly. Leah pulled back and laid against the cool hood of the police car. James' lips followed hers, never parting. Leah was laying on the police cruiser, and she felt James' weight on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her. She could feel his cock bulging through the thin uniform pants. Her hands moved from his neck to his. ‘Tough shit, Jeff.’ I flipped over my third Queen. Her big eyes bugged out, and then she glared at me. ‘DAMN it!’ she fumed. ‘I was SURE you had another Jack under there!’ That would have given me two pair–a good hand, but not good enough. I grinned. ‘Another hand?’ I asked insinuatingly. ‘I think I’m far enough in the hole already,’ she said, still glaring. ‘In the hole? But that’s where I’M going to be,’ I said. We looked at each other for a moment–and then she burst out laughing, and I. She pulled free and kissed me hard on the lips, forcing her tongue between my teeth. Passion, lust, hunger, it all started to oozed out. While our tongues were tangled in a wild and wet play, she dug her thumbnails in my nipples, sending another surge through my body, leaving me breathless for a moment. She slipped off my lap and got on her knees between my legs. She ripped the remaining buttons off my shirt and pulled my hard cock from my pants. She cupped my balls with one hand and slowly.