Sarah was vaguely aware the speed and intensity of Marks thrusts had changed and she had a momentary thought that he might be cumming at the same time..., but she was too deep in the throes of her own orgasm to be concerned about her partners satisfaction. She grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers, kissing him roughly and eagerly. Her kiss intensified with her orgasm and at the height of her passion, her tongue was buried deep in his mouth and her lips were pressed hard against his. Some of. My Dad too was a slightly built man and had a job collecting refuse and looking after the house and cooking for my Mum me and my big brother who was now an apprentice at the same refuse plant. He hadn’t talked to me since my selection.My Dad was from an era where transexualism and cross-dressing was still frowned upon, he had also lived through the more recent period where weaker boys were killed at birth and girls were considered a blessing. The fact that now having failed in having two boys. It was a matter of procedure, not choice or good mechanicmanship.She climbed up on to the top of the wing and peered into the fuel tanks. "Never trust the fuel gauges, but always check the tanks visually before a flight."Half full. She replaced the fuel caps, climbed down from the wing, and looked over the printed checklist to make sure she'd covered everything.Right, everything done and checked. She undid the wing tie-down chains and let them fall to the ground in a light, clanking heap. She. It took a few tries but soon it was in and she started to move to get me deeper.She closed her eyes and I reached up with one hand to fondle her breast while the other played with her clit. She moved in slow, languorous moves enjoying the feel of something inside her. I shifted hands to keep the cramps away, and Natalie just stayed at that plateau, enjoying herself immensely.The door opened quietly and I did not even hear it. Soon Laura's hands were on Natalie manipulating one of her nipples.