'She gave the ... oh, never mind, I know you know." That guy was Alan Smith. He usually finds younger women and takes them to the swingers party. Of c...ourse I haven't been to any since Ellen and I have been together. Like I told you, I don't want to share Ellen with anyone," he smiled.A deep depression came over me. This guy was the one Kim had a date with tomorrow. I wanted to stop it but how could I? She and I never dated. Oh, God, maybe she knew about his past. I was really upset now. I had. This is killing them. They needed to be together. To be playing together. Not Jen here with Will in some strip club. With a deep breath, he made a decision."Hey Jen," he called over his shoulder, "you willing to drive?" Sure. Find some place to pull over."Dave thought quickly and then turned left at the next street. At Santa Fe Boulevard, he turned left again and drove to the parking lot behind the Mayan Theatre. As he'd hoped, it wasn't quite full. He parked and glanced in the mirror. Jen had. An eighteen year old virgin, I am so ashamed of myself. I wouldn’t mind if I was plain and flat-chested, but I’m fucking beautiful and have tits that could poke a man’s eyes out. I even know the engineer’s nickname for me is ‘tits.’ I should be well fucked by now, well fucked, and I am going to make sure that I am before the week is out. Feeling very naughty she slipped on the red silk knickers, they clung to her pubes like a second skin. She switched on the vibrator and just let it rest on her. Wes was in the pattern with a student pilot and answered instantly. I told him what the problem was and begged him to go to city airport to help me. He told me he was on his way. I told him I wanted him looking up at the plane’s landing gear as I made a low pass over the field.I also asked that he patch Adam Timms, the man who’d been my flight instructor for my jet ratings in the Cessna Citation, in on the Unicom frequency. Adam knew this plane as well as any one I could think of. My next call.