Suddenly the pilot got out of his seat, slid into a parachute hanging on a hook nearby, and prepared to leave the plane. Her pussy was dripping. She knew all of the tell-tale signs. She realized this was exactly what she craved. The smell of him, still in his clothes, his great weight on top of her, as he fucked her in his still warm bed, was overpowering. The thought of a pregnancy, and bearing children from his seed, made her shudder. . Her nipples were hard. He jumped first, leaving her alone to finish attaching the parachute. Sally stood by the stove, her arms attempting to cover her breasts and pussy, in an effort to display some form of modesty. “You are going to get us both killed.”
“Sorry,” he answered, his voice almost swept away by the rush of the wind and the roar of the old engine.
