......c..c..can....can't..oh shit it hurts....s..soooo...gooooddd. God Willie I love....your dick........hurts....god you're killin me...rub it!.........oh fuck rub me....please don't stop....oh fuck I..I...I'm....cummingggggggaiiiieeeeEEEEEEEE" Call me Eve for now sweetie. Damn I don't know where that dick is going inside you girl. That has to hurt, it’s so thick and long. You're such a beautiful but very petite woman, I think your husband is crazy to let a man with a cock like this have. Looking back I can't reallyblame him but at the time I hated him - what if this was symptomatic ofthem all. I slapped him across the face and then bent over the table."Anyone?" I challenged, I may have even bared my teeth. Amongst muchlaughter and joking at the man who'd failed to get it up I didn't hearsomeone stand up behind me; the first I knew of it was feeling him slipinto my arse.It hurt just as much as the first time but I was overjoyed. I moveagainst him, tensing and untensing and. They had already searched the bodies and had not found anything useful, except that the wounded man did have that crazy tattoo on his left hand. They sent a telegram to Ranger headquarters in Austin telling of the tattoo they had found.Their next run took them back to Austin and they were called into Col. Jordan's office. They saluted and sat in the indicated chairs. Col Jordan said, "You men have done an exemplary job on this assignment, but you are too valuable to waste on simple guard duty.. Let’s wheel ‘er out in the sun...”That’s an easy task.He showed us logbooks. “Had ‘er annualed a month ago,” he said. “Engine’s got good compression. Couple hundred hours since a major overhaul. Airframe’s tip-top. Fabric’s five years old. You’re getting a gem.”“Looks like it.”“You ever prop a plane?” he asked Bob.“A time or two.”“Well, if you’ll do the honors. 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..