Robert adjusted his position and shoved his length into her box up to the hilt. “Oh yes Master, fuck me.” He slapped her shoulder with the cro...p. “I didn’t tell you to talk.” He slapped her again and was rewarded with a squeal of shock and delight. His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his cock getting harder as it found new depths in which to plunder her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in front of her until he managed to get in into her. Who’s this?”“Don, this is Tara Helton. Brand new private certificate. My co-pilot and reader of checklists. Tara, Don Matzke, real pilot.”“Pleased to meet you, Tara. Are you ladies ready?”“First things first, Don. Let’s go to the office and get the flight plan worked up.”“I already got if for you. Easy stuff, Cindy. Weather is good, and I printed out all the radio frequencies, and got the refuel managed at Signature in KC, and all the stuff in Minot. Told ‘em you needed a quick turnaround. The. The image came to me of turning over a rotted log in the forest. All the dank, smelly, disgusting things that live in the heart of darkness scurry as fast as they can for another dark hiding place. Would that be the case with Jenny? The nasty things in life that feast on the darkness of infidelity are nothing but ugly and repulsive when seen under the clear light of reason and faithfulness.Would I forgive her? Can America forsake Chinese imports and Middle-Eastern oil? It's not like I wasn't. Five naked bodies in a tent growing warmer by the tropical Hawaiian sun couldn't sleep for long. Jenny was lying by the flap and pulled the zipper up and let in the bright sunlight.She fanned her face to clear the smell of sex that saturated the damp air. She looked around and said; "It smells like somebody was fucking in this tent last night. Alright, admit it."Hannah threw a towel at her. She pointed to the back of the tent and laughed, "How cute." Roxie was lying on top of Kevin, his cock.