"What do you think about meeting Monique at nine-thirty?" he asked."That is fine with me. It isn't like I have anything else on my schedule this morni...ng" she said, looking at him questioningly."Monique, nine-thirty is fine. All right, we will see you there." He closed his phone and put it back on his hip, taking a sip of his own coffee."Well?" Samantha asked, clearly intrigued."It would seem that your boss called Monique. Not a good idea at this hour of the morning I might add, to cancel this. ”I pulled her closer, “Do I get a hug? Or a lecture for taking Rita’s cherry?”“I suppose I need to warn you, I’m not wearing panties under this short skirt and Rita loves for me to wear this shirt with no bra ... I’m telling you this, so you won’t expose my ass when we hug.”“You’re taking part of the fun away, by telling me that. I love putting my hands on a woman’s sexy ass and pulling her to me, when we kiss.”“But I’m your Mom’s age.”“I love my Mom’s ass too.”“I can’t help myself, Guy. Hug. It took less than a day to mount the launching tubes, etc. I was ready to leave with the rest of my flight when the takeoff was scheduled for just before dawn the next morning. Like everybody else, Jack thought that I was crazy, but he was good natured enough to go along with my crackpot scheme. He was going to lead the other two planes in covering for me when I made my pass at the observation balloon. If everything went as I hoped, he and the other guys were going to be in more danger than me,. My heart was pounding, and so was Rileys. I could feel it as he hugged my back, his chest and face flush with me. His grunting was amazing, pushing me further toward exploding. Seconds seemed like minutes, feeling that boiling in my tightening sac. Riley slipped a hand between my legs and was playing with my balls as they hit his brothers throbbing bottom again and again. White pleasure coursed through me. I slowed, backing off the ledge of my mounting finale. I slid slowly over Sams pleasure.