.. or three ... since there's six crates of them." Only one airplane in the hangar ... a second Goose." Oh hell, I'll come see."Junior walked back wit...h David ... Connie looked in the Quonsets.The hangared Goose was forlorn ... a broken spar made one wing droop ... it was possible to tell that a crew had been dismantling it when they were called away. There was an engine hoist attached to one engine ... the one with a bent propellor tip, and various and sundry panels were removed and wiring and. He closes his eyes and can at once see Rebecca as she jacks him off. With this all whirling within his head he is hallway to shooting a load, so it only takes a few more quick tugs and Liam is making a mess all over his belly.After cleaning up and dressing, he heads downstairs. He sits at the table with his mother. They have the usual morning chitchat. Liam learns that his father is in the shower and Rebecca hasn’t come down so she must still be asleep. So of course, his mind begins to wonder. I had just opened it when they reached the door. “Miss. Miller I’m Agent Falcon of the FBI.” He held up a badge and I stepped back and they walk in. “Can I offer you something to drink?” They shook their heads as I walked over to the couch and sat down. “Miss Miller we are here about your foster father Mike Castile. Is this him?” He asked as showing me a folder with his picture paper clipped to the front. “Yes what is this about?” He nodded then handed the folder to the women. “Your foster. He pulled me by my hair down to my knees and came all over my tits. Then he said I could get in the car. I start to adjust my clothes but he stopped me. He said he hadn't given me permission to put my clothes back on yet. He told me to get the fuck in the truck just as I am. I walk the passnger side and climb into the seat. I sat there completely exposed with a huge load of cum covering my tits. He starts to drive and takes a couple of busy roads with of street lights. On one street we were.