Made sure there were chocks in front of the wheels, then carefully pulled the propeller though several revolutions.“Making sure that the cylinders d...idn’t fill up with oil. Hydrostatic lock. Bends piston rods,” I explained to Cindy.“Heard that one before. Problem with radial engines.”“Got that right, kiddo,” I said. “Now, fire extinguisher. Here.” I pointed it out to her. “Lemme see if she’ll start.”Damned old thing started.It all comes rushing back to me, the sights, sounds, but the old girl. She screeched in appreciation."You like that, you naughty cum slut? You like my cock in your filthy asshole?" Yes! Harder, do me harder! Deeper! Fuck!" Matt reached a hand forward, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled, yanking her head back and making her scream even louder with intense pleasure. As soon as he let go, she lurched forward, pulling off of his dick."Hey, what are you—" he started to ask, but was cut off when she quickly spun around and engulfed his cock in her mouth. "Ohhhh.. I was so caught up in the perfection of her body and the grace and assurance of how she moved that I couldn’t be sure if she had cast me a dismissive glance or if I had merely imagined it. This kind of deflating defeat was the risk of my little game. Now I had to decide whether to continue my pursuit, or be satisfied with whatever mental sketch I could build and hold in my fevered mind. I chewed these thoughts in my head, not casually as might a good meal, but fast and hard like necessary food. She leaned into me, slid her leg over mine once again, put her hand on my belly where it had been resting before and laid her head on my chest. She snuggled in tight and then began to rub her hand back & forth on my belly, then up to my chest and back down to my belly. As her hand reached my waist band, her fingers slipped underneath it slightly. Oops she said and withdrew her hand. Its OK I said. Not thinking about what I had just said or how she might have taken it. OK she said and placed her.