"Kevin, that box there on the chair is for you. A real knockout of a woman brought it in yesterday afternoon and asked me to make sure you got it, so,... there you are." Thanks, Chief. Did she leave a message or say who she was?" No, but I told her you'd be on duty today if she wanted to see you. She said it was too soon, whatever that means."I made the connection immediately and smiled. I was sure I knew what was inside, and I was right; two dozen scrumptious looking home made tollhouse cookies.. Can I give the young lady the first ride?”I squealed. Started to get in the rearmost of the two seats.“Uh, no, ma’am,” he said. “Passenger rides in front.”I buckled in. Actually, Mister Tom showed me how the harness worked, so I got buckled in.I never thought about starting an airplane that way, the pilot in the pilot’s seat, manipulating mixture and throttle and magnetos, some guy standing in front, flipping the propeller over with his hands, but Bob and Mister Tom acted like it was normal.. An interesting name for a Native American Indian and I was just grateful to get the heads up before I met him. It turned out he was adopted by a Christian couple living between town and one of the tribes. Chukka, the name Charles always went by, lost his real mother in a car accident and the couple went to the council of elders as well as the adoption agency to adopt him. The council of elders agreed with only one provision that Chukka would still learn the ways of the tribe. The couple readily. Sarah helped herself to Ryan’s growing erection that couldn’t be contained by his patterned but nearly transparent underwear. As her hand slid up and over the helmet of his cock he let out a low, erotic moan of pleasure. She worked her hand slowly from the base of his cock, stopping periodically to squeeze the shaft. His head pulsated and the mushroom top grew until full. Sarah’s other hand joined the action but worked its way toward and over his balls as she began playing with Ryan’s puckered.