What the fuck are we going to do now?" I whispered back.Darlene was like that. She tended to skimp on the details and fill the void with trivia or use...less information. Darleen held my hand as we broke from our embrace, and spoke to the assembled women on the porch. "I would like you to meet my lover, Dennis Richards, everyone. He's old, but he's a very nice guy once you have a chance to know him."An older woman, who appeared to be the group's leader, stepped forward and said, "I'm Sheila. Were they making love, or just talking? Making love was what Jen called it. Did she ask my brother to make love to her or did she say, "Fuck me?"Amy, the farm girl, was no help on this night. Not daring to think of Jen, I let Veronica invade my mind.We met at a New Year's party. She was unlike any girl I had known before, not that there had been that many. Veronica knew I was on the rebound. We took long walks and told each other everything about ourselves, or so I believed at the time. She was. The small four place fighter was designated A/SF-1 because it was able to function in air or space. It was designed for a wide array of weapons and an even better targeting system that I had on my first plane.The larger combat plane A/SF-2 was designed to enter space as well and had more life support and larger weapons. It was a little larger than an old B-52 but much more streamlined. There were many interchangeable weapons platforms, including a laser that went from one end of the plane to. Then I put the nozzle on steady stream and put it to my cunt and with one quick shove, it was inside me washing my nasty cunt out. Damn it was so fucking cold inside me. I thought I would die.I left it in me for a while and then pulled it back out, shut the water off and ran to the house. I had been outside in the freezing cold for about 45 minutes and I had to get in to get dried and warm. I rushed back in the house and grabbed a towel. At least they let me have something to dry with.I wrapped.