"Yes, like that, sweet darling!" It's shootin' at me!" Nancy cooed, bent over at the waist now in front of Mr. Milton, her ass up, arched, her cheerle...ading skirt skipping high above her panties. Her big titties hung like balloons full of water from her bra.His prick bubbled, spit, fizzed, and squished juicy hunks of cum. A hot gob hit her tit above the nipple, dripped down and finally hung like snot from the tip.She pounded harder on his prick."Do it, Nancy! That's the way, darling!" Mr. Milton. Too terrified to go back home that night, she stayed with the old couple, going to sleep in their daughter's empty bedroom. Because he suffered from insomnia and couldn't sleep that night, Ralph observed a different Andrea - or at least there was something very different about her - as she entered his kitchen later that night. This was a different Andrea with more changes than just her Utah accent being replaced by a very real Brooklyn accent. This was an Andrea that smoked, drank whisky. I had my own money, lots of it, more than I could spend, and I was going exciting places, Paris, New York, all over.Most of all though I was someone.I was a woman that men wanted, and would pay to be with. Someone they could show off to their friends, who would be jealous of them.I wasn't just a silly little schoolgirl whose parents only bothered with her at holiday time, and sometimes not even then."Jenny broke down and started crying, and I felt pity for her. I just wished I had met her. I was soaked with sweat when I finished my demonstration, and I was awestruck at what this plane could do, but I received a major deflation when I got a bored acknowledgment from the women. Oh, well, they just could not appreciate what a combat veteran could feel from a plane with this kind of performance. I throttled back and moved into cover position for AF1 while we headed for those tall hills.Karen was really pushing the speed on AF1, so it only took us about 40 minutes to reach the hills.