The F-54 is a dream to fly, sir."Sam pictured the smooth lines of the F-54 extra-atmospheric fighter,commonly know as the Stingray. He smiled as he r...eplayed the decent in hisminds eye. Then subconsciously played with the astronauts wings on hisflight suit."Well Captain at least the Screaming Eagles can claim another record.I'll chalk this up as a requested absence, so it won't count against you.I want your word as an office and a gentleman that you will never attemptthis kind of stunt. “You okay?” Dom asked. “You know, about earlier? I wasn’t sure if maybe you’d had second thoughts.” Sarah turned around and looked at him. His jeans were slung low on his muscular hips, the corse hair on his stomach just visible as his white tee shirt rode up. He had his right hand resting on his head, with his fingers wound through his shaggy dark hair. The unsure look on his face was cute. “Honestly?” she replied, to which he nodded. “It was incredible. I’ve never come that hard before.” The. Jake howled his obscenity-laced orgasm to the earth and sky, as his ass rocked and spasm’d, and his cock spurted huge jets of white mess, mostly, with Jake’s studied aim, onto his own body and face. The noise scared a bunch of crows in the trees to s**tter to the winds. Rob was grateful for the din of the fleeing birds, as it covered his own muffled growls, his raging peak caused by watching his buddy’s incredibly erotic masturbation play and shameless orgasm show.When Jake finally turned over. ‘Bastard,’ he said, ‘bloody bastard. Lena I’m glad you managed to find this out.’ Then to Amy. ‘Amy, I’m certain I can get you another job, a live-in job. You said you were studying Italian Art and Architecture, any particular time frame?’ ‘Mmm,’ she said, ’17th and 18th century.’ ‘Oh, that’s even better. You two hang on here, I’ll just make a phone call,’ and off he went to the bedroom. We chatted away and I helped her load the trolley although she kept stopping me saying it was her job. I.