It wasn’t a secret that I enjoyed blow jobs from the open end of the cock.
It was Memorial Day, and the end of May in Florida, as you might suppose, can be the start of a long, hot summer. I was on a morning training flight, and after an hour of practicing the prescribed maneuvers, I had the urge to piss. Being alone in a small airplane, there isn’t an option of relief, so I headed for the nearest airport, on Merritt Island. It was their airplane, anyway. ...Read On