We'll plan on going to the races Saturday night. From the air it looks like a good track.The next stage is Portage to Arcadia for lunch and on to Lake... Betsie and Frankfort. The SNJ has a range of 730 miles at 140 mph but there's no sense in being stupid about it. Landing fees and gas is lots cheaper than running out up there.Frequent landings would allow us to check things. Our SNJ is VERY used, a 1944 model. The logs document a thousand arrester gear landings and there's nothing like a. Sarah’s eyes looking into mine with the backdrop of fire that was the evening sky. ‘But…’ she tried, but again couldn’t get the words out. When you are in accidents, they say your life flashes before your eyes. I had a moment like that just then. I saw every moment that we had spent together in our lives. Each moment of joy and each moment of sadness and something clicked in my head. I knew I was probably in shock, and that there were a million reasons why I shouldn’t do it, but I couldn’t stop. And then, everything shifted. Through the humming of the engine, the panting of our breath, and the roar of the waves, neither of us heard the muffled sound of velcro tearing. And suddenly, as we crested another wave, my bare cock slipped between the folds of my fly like a heat seeking missile. We both let out a surprised moan of joy and lust I nestled back directly under her clad lips. I could almost feel everything. Her heat, her desire, the contours of her charms. She continued her rocking,. How nice of you to finally wake up.” I tell her calmly as I grab the remote control from the coffee table, and stand up. She cries out my name as I walk into her sights, and it made me so glad that she remembered me. “What’s going on?!” she cries out, pure terror echoing through her voice. “W-where am I? What are you going to do?”“Don’t worry.” I assure her, a warm smile creeping across my lips as I slowly raise the remote before pointing it over to the nearby TV, finger lowering to press the.