“Are you serious about needing pilots and mechanics?” she asked excitedly.“Yeah, although, like I said, I’ll probably have to buy the civilian... version.”“My husband knows another pilot and two good mechanics, and they all get out in the next couple of weeks. They hoped to find jobs as civilian pilots and rotary mechanics,” she said excitedly.“As long as they don’t mind living in Mississippi in the middle of nowhere,” I laughed.She squealed excitedly and ran back upstairs, returning a minute. Another period of trial and error on my partensued until they were satisfied that I could make some attempt atfastening my suspender-belt, pulling my stockings on and clipping themup myself. And once again I found it necessary to fasten the belt onbackwards and slide it round, and my attempts at straightening mystockings, and clipping them securely in place, brought further grinsand derision from all three of my relations.The sight that suddenly greeted me as, at last dressed to pass musterin. Commander McGraw, have Gunnery Sergeant Major Browne march them in please."Sally McGraw walked quickly to the double doors of the ornate conference room with an expanding sense of curiosity. She opened a door and stood in the doorway."Gunnery Sergeant Major, The Queen requests you march them in please."There was a quiet conversation while Sally opened both doors to the sound of the shuffling of feet. Then there was the whip crack of commands more suitable for a parade ground,"Party, shun!. But finally it began to subside. I looked down at Kelly, seeing her heaving and huffing to catch her breath. I moved forward and just laid on top of her, pinning her fully underneath me. I was still fully embedded in her now fully stretched and surrendered passage. The throbs started to slow and became less violent. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder from underneath, pulling her closer to me. We stayed like this for several minutes. My cock started to soften a bit but still deep inside.