I used my legs around his waist to thrust back down onto him and groaned into his ear to urge him on. It didn’t take much urging. Ted buried himself... inside me and his face in my breast. The groan that ripped from him coincided with the swelling of his cock and the pulsing as he filled me with his seed. I cradled his head to me and squeezed him gently, sighing in pleasure. His footing seemed a bit unsteady, so I slid one foot down to help keep us standing. Together, we stood holding each other,. It was pretty nice with two Queen beds and a huge walk-in shower in the bathroom. There was a coffee maker and small fridge. It would be perfect. It even had a small balcony with a view of the mountains in the distance. It would be a nice place to relax and have a beer after working 10 hour days.We settled in and took showers before heading down stairs to find some food. The hotel restaurant was still open so we decided to eat there. Besides, neither one of us wanted to drive anywhere after a. " Bill opened the onboard stair and grabbed the 'preflight walk around.'So Bill read and Art kicked, cranked, lifted and shook, pulled pins and removed air dams, stuck his finger in the wing tanks and drained a little fuel looking for water. He read the engine hours meters and scribbled the readings on his palm.Bill walked along behind and kicked, cranked, lifted and shook, checked on pulled pins and removed air dams, stuck his finger in the wing tanks and drained a little fuel looking for. Stan stroked himself, watching his daughter stroke herself. Watching her hand rise and fall as the vibe went in and out. She came nicely, closed her cell phone, and went on to sleep. Stan kept the live video going, and put up some video from the other week, when Brittany was over.Cathy and Brit had been friends since kindergarten, and had been lovers since they were in fourth grade. Two, sometimes three times a week. Stan watched on the video; Cathy was on all fours, her face buried in Brit's.