.. what's up?" Did you find a Widgeon?" Nope ... no small ducks here." The airplane." No ... why?" There's spare engines for one ... or three ... sinc...e there's six crates of them." Only one airplane in the hangar ... a second Goose." Oh hell, I'll come see."Junior walked back with David ... Connie looked in the Quonsets.The hangared Goose was forlorn ... a broken spar made one wing droop ... it was possible to tell that a crew had been dismantling it when they were called away. There was an. We had a few drinks and danced. I had a good time, and when I took her home she kissed me on the cheek, told me that she’d had a good time and then said, “Tomorrow you get to pick what we do. What time do you want to pick me up?”When I took her home at the end of our fourth date, I started to get out of the car and go around and open her door for her, but she grabbed my arm, pulled me back into the car and then kissed me. Kissed me long and hard and it turned into a steamy make out session.. The fingernail thing is really a thing- it was more important as a teenager because the guys weren’t as experienced. I've actually been scratched inside there before from one of my first boyfriends. It feels really bad, especially when you go pee. As as adult it doesn't happen as much because the guys know what they're doing/where their hands are supposed to go. A toy is actually one of my least favourite things to insert into my vagina. I honestly love clit stimulation mostly, so when I do get. I don't know you," so I let go of her neck and pinched her nipple, making her wince, stretching it and pressing the knife, not enough to cut, but enough to I get what I wanted, "NO! PLEASE GOD NO! I-I DON'T! I DON'T RECOGNIZE YOUR VOICE! GOOD LORD, DON'T CUT ME PLEASE!!!"I released her nipple and she just kept crying out loud in despair. I dropped the knife over the nightstand and put my hand on her forehead, caressing hair beautiful hair. That was what I wanted. She was mine, only mine. I was.