I could have given up my time in Las Cruces, but after almost four months alone in the desert, I craved being around people in general, and one specif...ic person in particular. I was not willing to give that up.After my mound of gold nuggets in the cave grew large enough that I knew I could slack off on digging a little, I made the decision that I would be back from my last trip to Santa Fe every year to spend the holidays with Anna and the Mendozas. Those extra two weeks in 1851 and 1852 helped. "WAWwwwwh! Oh, God, touch my clit with your tongue! Oh, Jeeeesus, Jim, rub my clit with your-your- ARRRGH!" Anna threw her hips frantically into the air as she stabbed her fingers into the boy's bobbing head. Jim had done as she pleaded, ramming his thick, wet tongue against her erect clit. He poked at it gently, then sloshed his tongue up, down and around the miniature organ as bolts of electric excitement racked her cunt and tits."S-S-STOP! OHHH, SHIT, I'M GONNA COME IF YOU KEEP DOING THAT!. So he told me to come sit on his lap. I walked over to him and he turned me around. Where my back was to him. He slid me up against him. Where I could lay right against his chest. And my tight lil ass checks. Cradled his hard, bulging dick. At first it scared me a lil. I didn't expect it to be so big. But then my sweet papa started to whisper in my ear. While he ran his fingers up and down my arms. Telling me how good I was making him feel. And that he wanted to make me feel good to. That he. It's already worse than last year but not as bad as it's going to get. Next year the CAA becomes the FAA and Federal assholes take over the flying world. But David doesn't know that ... nobody knows that ... well ... the Fed Alphabet Soup knows but it ain't official ... yet.Harold called. "Mr. Anderson?" Speaking." I'm Harold Franklin calling for my dad, Ben, of Franklin's Flying Service and Aircraft Restoration out of Lansing, Michigan." You have my aircraft?" Came in today ... those are some.