"Your smile is rapturous, maniacal even. But little Stephanie must mistake it for the bliss of a new found love because she doesn't even flinch. You s...lide your hands down her subtle form, she was right to be nervous, short, slim and pale, almost non one believed her when she frantically swore again and again that she was nineteen. It was a big departure from the statuesque or athletic women and girls you usually enjoyed, but since she has started working under you a month ago, you'd been. The massage has gotten her wet. I ran my hands further between her legs and sought out her clitoris with my finger tips. She was breathing heavily and letting out the most arousing moans. I rubbed my fingers over her clitorisand she raised her hips to give me better access. I played with her opening and pushed my middle finger into her, but not very far. I twirled it around inside her and she let out a deep throaty groan.She was moving her hips up and down now pushing herself into my hands. I. I could tell she was new to dancing because she didn't have the moves as smooth as some of the others. She also didn't look like she was high like the rest of the dancers either. After her set on stage she worked the crowd for a private dance not getting any takers until she got to me. She introduced herself as Angel, and thanked me for taking her for a private dance. I was still watching my mark, Johnson, but needed to blend in so I sat where I could still watch him and get a dance from this. We fly. I love it. Tara gets nervous when we’re ALL in the air together. We’ve been lectured about flying too close to one another, but last Sunday afternoon we all went up, got away from the home airfield, then flew back in formation. We’re not exactly the Thunderbirds or the Blue Angels but for a bunch of pre-teens, I think we’re pretty good.I’ve also been bombardier for the flour-bombing contest a couple of times, once for old Mister Barton and his Aeronca Champ. That plane was built in 1946.