” Candace whispered.“Fuck that was sexy.” Cassie exclaimed softly, pulling her face away slowly.“Like that?” I asked.Cassie nodded her head....“Take off your shirt.” I said it softly, but firmly. Cassie slowly pulled her T shirt over her head, revealing her bra. I held the plate over her head and she leaned back against the arm of the couch as I scraped some powder onto her tits.Cassie began breathing faster, staring at Candace.“Come on, come get it.” I said firmly.Candace slowly turned around and. I circled the stable. In the stable a man got on my horse.I moved quickly and garroted the bushwhacker. I took a short pistol from his pocket and the Springfield. The man went out the back of the stable with my horse. When the young fellow came out of the stable, I called to him from the woods. I had the Springfield pointed at him.He walked to me. I asked about the women. He told me about the eight women they had. None sounded like Spring. I gave him a description of Spring and told him that. But I was in heaven.My dick was enveloped his tight ass. The heat was unreal. The butterflies in my stomach growing into a wild shudder that vibrated through my entire body.Ryan’s face was red and covered in sweat, but he had calmed down, and forced a thin smile just for me.“You’d better thank me for this.” He managed to say. “You’d better fuck me good.”Slowly, I pulled down out of him for a few inches… Then pushed back in. Again.Again.Again.I fucked him slowly. Leisurely.“Not good enough.” He. Luxurious, even. A HUGE step up from the ‘padded cushion on a flat board’ seat of Mister Barton’s happy ol’ Aeronca.Somewhere down the checklist, the radio’s on, and “Wick Tower, Pilatus november zero seven tango sierra at Far North Aviation for engine start.”“Seven tango sierra, start authorized. At your convenience, taxi to runway three one. Hold short for traffic.”“Seven tango sierra. Roger.”Pre-takeoff cockpit check. Everything’s in the green. The plane is brand new. Everything BETTER be in.