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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

orgasm. I tried to hold off but couldn't and blew a weak load in her mouth. She sucked on me until I was soft and then licked her lips. Just watching her, I thought I might get it up again. Yea ! Right, Willy ! "Our secret - ok ?" I nodded my head up and down and then bolted upright in the pilot seat of the light twin I hadn't been flying for who knows how long ? I scanned the instruments and found the aircraft in a slight descent, going through about fifty-five hundred feet. I trimmed a little nose up and the airplane started climbing. I looked over at Tom and found him leaning back in his seat - totally out. I glanced at my watch and found it was a little after four. I grabbed the GPS from Tom's lap and pushed some buttons. I was a little disoriented and finally decided to wake Tom. "Ok, navigator, where the fuck are we ?" I yelled across to Tom, whose chin bounced off his chest a couple of times. I threw the GPS in Tom's lap and he finally looked awake. Within a few minutes Tom had our exact position and told me to fly heading 320. I started taking the airplane down and Tom asked me what the fuck I was doing ? I looked at him and said, "Navigate, navigator." Tom kept his mouth shut. In another hour, Tom told me to tune in frequency 127.17. I tuned it and asked Tom what to do now. Tom reached for the microphone and said some words into it. I couldn't hear a fucking thing except the sound of the engines. We were under two hundred feet when we first crossed land. Tom was now ... giving precise instructions and yelled that we only had another thirty minutes or so. Shit ! Tom knew exactly where we were and exactly when we would get to our destination. I was also getting the feeling that maybe I was expendable after the landing was completed. I figured we made land fall just West of Panama City and another hundred miles or so would take us into Southern Alabama. Jesus, I'd been to Alabama once in my life and that was to go to Air Command and Staff College - shit - about fifteen years ago. I couldn't even remember the name of the town the fucking base was in. I figured my best bet was to casually walk away from the plane after landing and head for the brush. Tom was talking into the microphone again when I decided that it was time to get cute. I rolled the airplane up on one wing, pulled about two "g's" and turned about ninety degrees. Tom went ballistic, yelling like crazy. I casually looked out the window, checking our "6" as we used to call it in the air f***e. I reversed the turn and got back on the last heading Tom had given me. Now that I was over land, I had climbed up to about five to six hundred feet just to make sure that we didn't run into any wires or poles. Good thinking, Willy. The fuel needles were bouncing off the empty marks. Not much gas left. Tom yelled at me to slow down. The field was at our ten o'clock. I couldn't make out anything in the murk of dawn below me. The sky had started to lighten about fifteen minutes ago. Then I saw it. ...