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Let's Do a Dope Deal

Date: 8/13/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Mature, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

to it. "You leaving ?" Tom asked. "Those young things you saw here...Their mother is the horniest lady I've met in years and is down here by herself. She asked if I would move in with them for a couple of days. She doesn't like being down here without a man. So to answer your question...Yes. Now about your problem. Let me get this straight. You want me to fly some shit to the states for you - is that correct ?" Tom nodded his head. "Ok, Tom. I've got a real sweet heart deal going here so first you better tell me what it is and then you better tell me how much and if the answers aren't what I want to hear, you can leave by the same way you came in." "Well, first, I'd like to see your pilot's license...." I was off the bed and heading toward the door. "Now give me a second, Willy. This is big money, I'm talking about. Retirement type money and I don't want to fuck it up. I've got it all arranged. It'll be a piece of cake." Yea ! Sure, Tom. All dope deals are a piece of cake. That's why the government spends millions of dollars every year trying to track airplanes attempting to enter the states i*****lly. I had the door open and was guiding Tom toward it. "Five grand, Willy. For flying a couple of suitcases to an airfield in the states." I closed the door and just looked at Tom. "Ten grand and I'm a player." I said. Tom said great and opened the door. He was too quick with the reply and I figured I'd never see a dime but what the fuck; I could use the flying time and did need ... transportation to the states. As we were walking down the hall, I remembered that I hadn't found out what we were carrying - coke - probably. We caught a cab and about thirty minutes later were at some small dirt strip out in the middle of nowhere. There were several light singles and twins parked on a crude tarmac. Tom lead me to one of the light twins. "Where's the stuff ?" I asked. Tom told me it was already loaded. I said I'd need time to flight plan as I had no intention of flying off into the wild blue yonder without one - especially as ninety-nine point nine percent of the flight would be over water. Tom pulled a small case out of his tote bag and said, "GPS." I just nodded and then asked if he had some maps. I'd seen too many magic boxes, embarrass too many pilots to ever completely trust them. They always failed at the most inappropriate time. Tom had a complete set of charts with him and flashed them at me. I grabbed them and spread a couple of them out on the wing. No topographical maps; just airways and the low altitude structure and out of date to boot. I was confident this would be enough. After all we probably wouldn't be high enough to warrant much of a view. Head north long enough and you run into the states. What's the problem ? I inquired about gas and Tom said they'd have to refuel about half way. I asked how that was going to happen and Tom once again held up the GPS gizmo. I was skeptical but Tom took out the maps again and showed me where. Ok, I guess ?! ...