"Ma'am?" I said."Oh, fear not, Mister Randall Jackson. I've been hearing about you for two weeks." She smiled.I was pleasantly aware that the father w...as smiling too. I extended my hand. "Sir," I said, "Randall Jackson."He smiled. "I am Anders Solheim, father to Johanna." He pronounced it with a soft "j", almost the "y" one would expect from Norway. "Yes. I have to mirror my wife's knowledge of you. 'Stonewall Jackson' must have been fun in the army," he said."Heck of a reputation to match," I. ”“Hanna, your colleagues and competitors are upset that you pulled off a coup. They are waiting for you. Honey, you are on your own,” I added with a laugh.Andy and his men spirited the cargo to the armory through the cargo doors away from the terminal, using one of the foul weather covered baggage carts, and into our secured hangar. They did this while the masses were busy in the terminal.Vicky and I were the last off the plane and into the terminal to meet our mates. We walked into the media. As she pushed back the man in the booth pulled back as well and me still holding onto his cock, I pulled the condom right off. Kara, not noticing what happened, bent over and put her cunt right at the hole as the now condomless 11in cock forced its way into her. She let out a small scream and using her arms pushed herself all the way back onto it. As our new friend began to pump his way into her my wife started saying how she had never been so filled before, and that it felt so good she thought. “You can stay back a little longer on Fridays, and I’ll help you with King Lear.” “Really, Mr. Hannigan? That would really help, thank you so much,” she sighed gratefully. “We don’t usually get much help from teachers outside lessons.” I got up and walked slowly till I was standing behind her. “Of course, in return, if you could do me a little favour as well…” I pushed her hair to one side slowly and bent down to kiss her neck. Her scent was intoxicating. I kept kissing her neck, moving.