He finally made the shore he was headed for. Indian sex He got back to the hanger without further incident, got to the interface, and crawled out into the grassland beyond. The last reminder of his wife. She rode his dick, soon she was coming, she’d been really wound up. He crawled forward and into the moored canoe. Then he shut the door, took the pilot’s seat, and the chopper flew up into the air. That done, Mark went back to waiting, and dreaming. Mark smiled at Claire as she recovered. Mark pushed off from the shore and paddled steadily and deliberately across the lake. Finally alone, he broke down in tears. They broke the swirling pattern and headed directly away from the building directly towards the news trucks which had gathered. They expected to be apart some after Mark joined up. An odd rhythm. Then he shut the door, took the pilot’s seat, and the chopper flew up into the air. It made the first military response, and the last. He froze, the skimmer passed by, the wake rocking the canoe. It was childish, but Mark didn’t mind. “Hanger.” Was his first thought. With a sigh, she explained, “This’ll keep it where it’s needed.” Meaning elevating her butt would keep his come against her cervix so she could conceive.
