”On Thursday, I was on top of Amy giving her a nice slow missionary fuck and I asked her what she thought of Annie’s Ronald.“Oh, Daddy, he is ev...erything Annie says he is. I’m not really jealous, ‘cause that’s not what sisters are supposed to do, but I do envy her a little. She said that once she had a little time with him to herself, that she was going to figure out a way to share him with me. I love her so much! ‘Course, I’m looking for my own boyfriend too. You don’t mind, do you Daddy – if I. Her quick reactions and the superlative dynamics of the Spitfire allowed her to climb rapidly and avoid the collision.I was sitting on the arm of the leather sofa, in the pilot's lounge, and Emily was moving her hands together and spreading them apart as she related her story of the near miss. I wasn’t concentrating on her hands, my gaze was fixed on the point just inside her open neck shirt that billowed and collapsed with her movements. My vantage point allowed me the briefest glimpses of her. That, more than anything, gave them hope, or at least the will to go on. Each of them wanted to be stronger for the other. Each of them was spurred on with a renewed will to survive by seeing the valiant façade of fragile courage displayed by the one they loved.Finally, after lunchtime, Ashley heard the door creak open again.“I love you,” she whispered to Brad. Looking at her with sorrow but also tenderness, Brad whispered back.“I love you too.”Then the two captives fell silent, wisely so, for. I placed my hand on her bare thigh above her garter belt. She was hot with desire. I slowly slid my hand up to her crotch and felt her growing bulge. I licked my lips and whispered, "I want you! I want your soft, warm body. I want your hard, hot cock!" We drove to a nearby hotel we had both frequented, but not with each other. I rented my favourite room. It has a good air conditioner for those hot moments and mirrors on all the walls and ceiling for those who like to watch. We went in the room,.