That prayer didn't get answered.I think it didn't get answered because I was trapped in sin; I loved how Cindy could make me feel. Her eyes would ligh...t up when she saw me get hard. She had me make love to Tina (though I guess you really couldn't call it 'making love;' it was having sex) when Cindy wanted to see it, whether Tina wanted it then or not. Often, in the middle of my having sex with Tina, Cindy would order me to stop and start having sex with her while Tina would look on in. She smiled to herself, flared out, dropped the wheels, landed smoothly and taxied to the amourer’s area. The only other planes she had flown were an old Piper and a Tiger Moth. She had soloed six months ago, right after turning sixteen, lied about her age and joined the RAF auxiliary, the WAAF. She still remembered that first night in the barracks. She had been a virgin that morning when she took the oath, but by the next dawn, she knew a lot, including that she like fucking and hated the taste. His troops marched towards the enemy in the direction of where the arrows were shot from. Soon they saw the barbarians, appearing from behind the big tusks of the trees. They were wearing the skulls of their enemies killed in their prior wars. Their faces were painted with goat's blood for the good omen and they were brandishing huge maces and spears in their hands. Marcus knew his men would be daunted with the sight of swarming beeline of savages. So he moved ahead in the front as the enemy. I almost freaked at what she was wearing. Mom was wearing some tight yoga shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her big boobs were flopping around like they had a mind of their own under her shirt. I couldn’t stop staring. It was my favorite clothing option and my mom didn’t wear it too bad. I could see her nipples pressing through the material on her shirt. I think she sensed that so she crossed her arms over them to hide them. Without looking at me she said “let’s.