"That was cool, I thought you were going to fall, but you just stuck there like you were glued on." D had a big smile etched into her features."It was... a bit odd, just hanging there. I was a little concerned I was stuck for good for a bit," I replied, "It didn't take as much effort as I would have expected. The finger thing was a bit weird..." I bent my fingers back on themselves experimentally, and tried flexing my toes the same way.I suddenly had an idea. "Hang on a sec! I want to try. The combination of the new cheerleader scent and the thought of inhaling pretty Miss Pringle’s aroma at the same time was all he needed to push him into a most satisfying ejaculation of sperm with a newfound trembling tingle that convinced him he had finally met his soul-mate of sweet-smelling desire.He knew Miss Pringle’s given name was Patricia, but he considered that far too boring for his tongue and decided that he would call her “Trish” because it sounded so much more sensuous, all things. "You might want to take a nap," he nearly shouted to be heard above the droning engines.Anya shook her head. "Where'd you learn to fly?" she asked.Jack cringed a little at her question. It was a fair question, but it was also a sensitive spot. "I flew a C-47 during the war," he answered so softly that Anya barely heard him over the engines. "I wanted to fly Mustangs, but I ended up with transports." The war - World War II?" Anya asked, impressed.Jack nodded. "And next you're going to ask. Holding my body completely still, I found she stopped. Waiting a couple of minutes I once more start the sawing motion to gain a fraction of an inch at a time to get my cock up inside her tender tight pussy until I can take her. Damn, I want to lie on top of her and just fuck her, but if I don't get my cock lodged inside her, she willjerk her body and my cock will be pulled out of her. Finally I feel the head slip inside her inner labia and I knew I was safe. Moving so I'm tight against Tammy's.