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This is part of a 5 part series on my adventures helping my friend move. Check out part 1 and start there!

The Plan

The penultimate leg of our journey would have @norintha and her belongings dropped off at the Reno/Stead airport, KRTS. From there I would either go directly home, or hang out with folks for a bit before heading home. The end of our journey was in sight, a mere 3.5 hours away.

Hot and Spicy

Of all of the takeoffs that we performed during this trip, this one was going to be the most dangerous. The reason was density altitude. Every other flight was either light weight, lower altitude, or during a cool time of day. This flight was departing at 11:30AM Mountain Time, fully loaded with cargo and fuel. The heat of the day was rapidly approaching, and my density altitude calculations showed the air getting thinner and thinner around us.

As we took off, this problem immediately reared its head at us. The temperatures on my engine cylinders rapidly shot up. 350ºF. 360ºF. 370ºF.

The Lycoming IO-540 naturally aspirated engine in the Piper Cherokee 6 300 is rated to only go up to 400ºF as its maximum temperature. After this temperature, it starts to have problems. Indeed, anything above 350ºF for an extended period of time isn't great for the engine, although it's fine to run it up there for a while.

The temperature kept climing. 380ºF. 390ºF

Another thing about the engine being at 400ºF or above... Oil doesn't survive at that temperature. So if the engine temperature rise above that, it would be rubbing metal against metal without lubrication.

393ºF 394ºF

Why was this happening? When you take off from a high density altitude airport, you want to maximize the amount of power that you're producing in your engine. To do that, you reduce the amount of fuel in the fuel to air mixture until it is burning at its hottest, optimal rate. However, in the initial climb especially, there's not as much air flowing over the air cooled engine. Worse, at a high density altitude airport, there's less air in the air to flow over the engine...

The fix is to make your climb more shallow, to allow more air to flow over the engine, and/or to enrichen the fuel to air mixture. More liquid fuel actually cools off the engine. Of course, both of these things reduce the plane's ability to climb. A shallower climb slows the plane's ascent, and more fuel in the fuel to air mixture reduces its power output.

As the temperature started to reach 397ºF, I was doing both of these things quite aggressively.

You can actually see the slight decrease in climb rate in the climb chart in this graph here. The green bar is my altitude, and you can see how it initially climbed quite quickly, but then starts to round out. That's where I was slowing my ascent to cool the engine.

I carefully played with the fuel mixture and climb angle to get as much performance as I could get out of it without overheating my engine. As I increased my fuel richness and reduced my climb rate, the engine temperatures started to come back down and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was slow, but we made it to 10,500 feet and leveled out.

Exchanging rain and thunder for turbulence

Initially, the air was relatively smooth as we leveled out at our cruising altitude. The water below us was red with what was presumably salt, and it was beautiful. It also was probably cooling the air off a bit.

As we flew past the water onto land, we were hit with a wave of substantial turbulence. You see, as the ground is warmed by the sun, it causes the air around it to heat up as well. This causes that air to rise. Those columns of rising air, or thermals, are lovely for glider pilots and folks looking to gain altitude. Unfortunately, they also bring with them a lot of turbulence.

For about the next hour we found ourselves being fairly constantly tossed about in the small plane. Bumps and thumps pervaded our experience as we were tossed to and fro. It was definitely light to moderate turbulence, nearly as bad as my flight back from the Grand Canyon. Oddly, I was more worried this time because of all the cargo in the back.

As we crossed into Nevada from Utah, I briefly tried 12,500 ft MSL and found it to be smooth and gentle. Unfortunately, I also discovered that the already intense headwind was even 10 knots worse up there. We were only doing 100 its over the ground at that altitude and wouldn't get into Reno until as late as 2:30pm or later. @norintha reassured me that she could handle the turbulence, and we dropped back down to 10,500 ft.

As we flew back over Elko, NV, I snapped an almost too late picture of the little town. It was nice to see the little town that @coda and I had stayed in overnight on the way to Denver just 2 nights prior. Seeing that made it feel like we really were starting to unravel this long journey. We pressed on into the turbulent skies

The sameness of Nevada

I didn't get many pictures or videos of our flight through Nevada, for several reasons. For one, I was being beset with considerable turbulence most of the time. I needed to stay focused a lot to keep the plane upright, level, at altitude, and pointed in the right direction. The other reason I didn't get many pictures is because Nevada, while being beautiful, is kind of... the same everywhere. It's all brown valleys, alkali lake beds, and brown mountains.

Moments like this picture are frankly rare. At least, that was our experience of Nevada as we flew through it. The intricate and varied textures of Wyoming and Utah are vastly superior to the simple mountains and valleys stamped out in Nevada. It was like someone took the clone tool and just repeated the same terrain over and over again there.

I mean really. How many pictures like this do you really want?

That said, there are definitely some lovely areas of Nevada, and some really interesting places to fly too. After 3 hours of flying, this place, Pyramid Lake, came into sight. Our destination was almost upon us.

Cargo Delivered!

Reno/Stead airport came into view on the other side of a hill, and we landed. It was a fine landing. A little hard, but in the gusting crosswind I had landing there, I was very happy with it.

Our final track looked like this:

The airport layout was a little bit confusing, but I managed to find an empty parking spot to park in while we emptied the plane and waited for @norintha's partner to come pick her and her stuff up. They were a little confused by the airport layout as well, but they eventually found us, and I showed them how to drive up to the plane. They shocked me by managing to get literally everything loaded up in their little car in a single trip!

They offered to give me a ride to their place to get some food and drink, but I refused. As much as I could really use a break from all of the flying I'd been doing, being this close to home, I just wanted to get home and finally relax.

Returning to home

@norintha and her partner helped me gas up the plane, and I took back off. The climb rate was AMAZING now that I was over 500 pounds lighter. Though the terrain being a bit close made me spiral upward as I climbed to a nice altitude to cruise over the nearby terrain.

You can see my route here

A picture of the eastern face of this mountain was probably the last truly lovely photo I took. I was really in love with this mountain, though as I watched another plane flying on its other side, I realized that it would have been better for me to get on its windward side instead of its leeward side. Ah well, I was high enough and far enough away that it wouldn't have been an issue, but it was a good thing to learn for next time.

Maybe it was the fact that my oxygen tank had emptied and now I was getting some mild effects of hypoxia. Maybe it was the fact I had been awake since 5am. Maybe it was the fact that I had now been flying for over 8 hours that day. Whatever it was, while I was cruising over California's Central Valley just south of Sacramento, I started to cry with a feeling of joy, pride, and accomplishment.

Since my first visit to an airport when I was little, watching a massive machine of metal climb into the air like magic, I've been fascinated and amazed by the magic and freedom of flight. With this adventure, flying 18 hours over 3 days, crossing 1700 miles going halfway across the country and back, dodging severe weather along the way... This adventure felt like a milestone to me in realizing those childhood dreams of being able to be free like a bird and take to the open skies. It reminded me a little of how I felt after the first time I ever flew an airplane without my instructor. I was also so happy that @norintha was back in a reasonable range, and immensely looking forward to flying over the mountains and visiting her from time to time.

This mountain range may not be remarkable to anyone else, but for me, every time I see that familiar shape, it represents home. It's the mountains around the Livermore valley, and straight ahead (blocked the propellor) is the Calaveras Resevoir that I usually fly over on my way home. There was some very moderate, almost severe, turbulence coming through the south end of the Livermore valley, but I brought the plane in and landed, taxiing back to my mechanic to get some outstanding work done.

@coda was waiting for me by the gate, with kisses and hugs celebrating my return.

Me?

I was exhausted. Flying 18 hours and waking up so early and not having proper meals had taken its tole. I jokingly collapsed under the plane for a moment while @coda emptied the plane of our travel stuff and loaded the car up with things.

We drove home, stopping for boba and Pad Thai for me, and I spent the rest of the day relaxing with my partners, chilling out after such a wonderful adventure.

What a trip!

Disclaimer

It should be noted that the term “Pandora Moving Services” is entirely in jest. No money exchanged hands. Indeed, the flight was performed entirely under FAR part 91, the rules for a non-commercial private pilot. The entire flight was conducted under Visual Flight Rules, flight plans were filed, and a weight and balance and density altitude check was performed prior to every single flight.

This is part of a 5 part series on my adventures helping my friend move. Check out part 1 and start there!

The Plan

While the flying that we had planned for Sunday, August 10 was not intended to be the most difficult, it was certainly planned to be the longest. The first leg would be a 3.5 hour flight from Denver to Ogden starting at 6am. At Ogden, we'd fuel up, use the bathroom, then press on to Reno, another 3.5 hours away There we would drop off all of @norintha's belongings and her move would be complete. I would then fly another 1.5 hours home. In all, it was planned to be 8.5 hours of flying in a single day.

Leaving Denver, CO for Ogden, UT

We woke up right around 5:00 AM, well rested and chipper. I took a shower and then @norintha and I fumbled with the Kuerig coffee maker to try to get some coffee out of it. The front desk of the quaint English themed hotel we were in had promised us little bags of breakfast, but no one was in the office. So we walked to the airport in the warm cloudy morning, talking about board game kickstarters and the like. We paid our fuel and parking bills and started getting the plane ready.

The plane had already been fueled up the previous night, but it did need some oil from all its travels the day before. 2 quarts of oil later, we were off!

The plane lurched down the runway and climbed slowly into the warm Denver morning. We could feel the cargo we were carrying along with the density altitude, weighing us down. But climb we did towards the beautiful but pervasive overcast sky.

My planning had told me that we would have a few hours before the weather would start getting exciting in Colorado. My planning said we'd be delightfully west of the weather by the time it got rough. Unfortunately, that planning did not quite meet reality. As we leveled out at 10,500 ft. MSL, our cruising altitude for this trip, I pulled up the ADS-B NexRAD weather data on my Foreflight and scouted ahead.

Before us, right in our path near the Medicine Bow VOR, was a fairly powerful, but dissipating, thunderstorm. To the south west of it was a line of other storms, all growing in strength. To the west, throughout Wyoming, we were seeing other small rain storms starting to pop up. It looks like our anticipated quiet morning wouldn't be quite as quiet as I had hoped.

I really loved the shape of this thunderstorm, so well defined against the nearby clouds.

To cross this line of thunderstorms, we had a few different options. We could try to fly north east and go around the thunderstorm, but that would cost us a considerable amount of time to get sufficiently safe distance from that storm. We could go south over Laramie and perhaps aim for the city of Saratoga, navigating south around the mountain ranges in the area. This would keep us out of the bad weather, similar to how we approached Elko, but it would also put us into some more difficult terrain. Plus, the storms down there seemed to be growing. I felt there was a pretty big potential of getting stuck without a good out down there.

I initially decided to cross the storm between the second and third weaker storms. As I got closer to them, we switched to fly in the larger and clearer gap between the first and second storms.

It was a good thing too. The first storm was heavily dissipating, and the two storms behind it had leveled up powerfully and were spitting lightning out of their dark rainy depths.

As we scooted past them, hugging the windward side of the first storm, we looked at the other storms in awe and fear.

Into Wyoming

As we passed through the line of thunderstorms, I let @norintha take the controls for a bit while I relaxed and snapped some photos of the beautiful Wyoming countryside.

The play of light and shadow on the mountains, clouds, and plains was truly breathtaking.

This video was my absolute favorite video of the entire flight. The intricacy of the ground in the dull morning light, diffused by the intense cloud cover above, made this intricate landscape really pop.

As we continued to the west, we saw plenty of rain storms south of us. Near the city of Rawlins, WY, we encountered yet another thunderstorm, but this one was isolated by itself and we just moved along south of it, ignoring it completely. Though just before that happened, I saw two black specks flying towards us away from the storm! I quickly grabbed the controls back from @norintha and turned to the left, dodging the two birds that were flying at 10,500 feet MSL right towards our plane! Encountering birds at this height was incredibly unusual and quite scary, but we dodged each other with minimal fuss and nobody got hurt.

The big storms

As we were approaching the city of Rock Springs, WY, the weather we could see ahead looked kind of ominous. Three growing thunderstorms all plopped to the left and right of our course. We flew to the north of one, with plenty of distance between us and the storm and scouted ahead.

The two ahead stood like guardians before us. Between them we could spy the open sky beyond. Blue, cloudless, stormless air that would take us through the rest of Wyoming and into Utah. Over the radio, we could hear the big jet airplanes all requesting deviations from the area to avoid the storms. We were in the middle of a tempest.

Once more, we “hugged” the windward side of a thunderstorm as we flew between the two storms. I watched the distance between the storms and carefully carefully threaded the needle, ready to turn around at the first indication of turbulence. After a few minutes, the storms fell behind us and we were out into the clear! As the sun came out from under the clouds and blue skies filled our vision, I let out a cheer of delight and relief. We were safe! We'd made it through the weather!

Nothing but blue skies before us!

Behind us, the sharp edge of the weather system continued further to the south, but for us, we were in the clear.

Into Ogden Brigham Airport

I made a minor mistake. In planning to fly into Ogden, I had missed considering the mountains to the east of Ogden. You can easily see how I did that by looking at the above chart. The mountains just 5 miles east of Ogden had peaks as high as 9,500 feet MSL. I would have to descend into Ogden at 4,537 feet MSL from well above that height over potentially busy class delta airspace. Not ideal. I checked in with ATC on what they recommended and they suggested approaching from the north, specifically using a waypoint called CARTR.

We aimed for it, climbing to 12,500 feet MSL to get out of the mountain turbulence caused by the tall mountains below us, and I reviewed the chart. Wait a minute... CARTR was basically right above another airport. Brigham Airport. And they had fuel and a nice long runway... Why were we going to Ogden anyways? Screw it!

I told ATC we were switching over to Brigham, closed my flight plan, crossed the mountains east of Brigham, and began my descent into Brigham. I had to descend from 12,500 feet MSL to 4,200 feet MSL, so I aimed for a rapid descent so we could get down, use the bathroom, and get some gas. Unfortunately, my 1500 feet per minute descent turned out to be a bit much for @norintha. Her right ear wouldn't pop and she started to experience an absolutely horrifying amount of pain as the pressure inside her ear canal built and built. As I landed, she was practically screaming in pain, and she was really scared about what was happening. Luckily, I've dealt with this before in a commercial airplane and knew that, despite being excruciatingly painful, all she had to do was pop her ear and she'd be okay. It took three times, but she did finally manage to get her ear popped and restored to normal.

Our final flight track for this route was here:

Fuel adventures.

As we taxied into the Brigham airport, the place was desolate. There was no one there, no movement at all. Very few planes even. There were no other planes in the sky. It was eerie. We pulled up to the fuel pods and I put my credit card in to order a bunch of gas. Flipped the handle to start fueling and... nothing. I looked at the machine and it clearly had charged my card. But nothing was dispensing. I sighed and ran it again, resigned to the fact I'd have to dispute or otherwise handle the charges from the first time. This time my card got declined.

Okay, I was starting to get nervous. I'm at this desolate, empty airport in the middle of nowhere with no fuel and this machine isn't giving me anything. What?! I looked at my phone to pull up information about the airport and perhaps get a phone number I could call to get help and... I saw a NOTAM. “Runway 03/21 Closed”

Wait wait... This is a single runway airport.

If the runway is closed, did I... Did I just land illegally on a closed runway!? Is that why no one is here and the fuel machine isn't working?! But but!!! I mean, the runway did look kinda fresh but was it really that fresh!? Oh no!

For a moment I panicked and my thoughts were racing about what to say about this, what to do...

Thankfully, in my panic, I calmed down and realized that I was looking at the information for a different airport. oh. BREATHES We're fine here. LOL.

Now calm, I got to handling the situation correctly. I called the FBO, no answer. I called my bank and found out my card was declined for fraud. As we figured that out, I studied the fuel machine and realized what had happened.

The On/Off switch had been in the On position when I first tried to fuel the plane up. Unfortunately, the machine is REALLY particular, and it was expecting it to switch to On after running the credit card. So it never started the pump. When I switched it to the Off position, the fuel machine decided we were done fueling and instead shut down. What you have to do is first make sure the switch is in the off position, THEN run the credit card, THEN turn the switch on. Credit card issues handled and plane now successfully fueled, we were good to go.

The story concludes in part 5!

This is part of a 5 part series on my adventures helping my friend move. Check out part 1 and start there!

The Plan

Our plan Saturday morning was to get up at 4:30am, get to the airport by 5:30am, and get off the ground as soon as it was light. Remember, that we were doing this to avoid all of the heat of the day. Also, today was going to be the day that I helped pack all of @norintha's things. Hopefully, we would get to Denver before the weather got too exciting, land, and start packing. Unfortunately, reality had a few hiccups on the way to accomplishing this.

Trouble getting out

The first problem we had was that @coda didn't get any sleep that night. They were up all night long and didn't sleep for a minute. This made getting up that morning a bit more challenging than it could have been.

The next problem we faced was getting back onto the airport. As I mentioned in part 2, we could not easily find any way off the airport that gave us a way to get back on, and we were too tired and hungry to spend too much time searching.

The only thing we did find was this:

Yeesh. $200. Well... Looks like we were waiting until 6am after all... But after a few minutes where I stared at the barbed wire fence around the airport and considered ways to jump the fence... I decided to call the $200 callout number and tell whoever answered that I didn't want them to “come out” and cost me $200 or whatever, and just wanted to know how to get onto the airport.

Luckily, the person that answered the phone had a good answer! He gave us directions to a special door with a keypad, and the code to get in. It was already 5:45am, but we were gonna get out early after all!

A quiet morning

The takeoff was unremarkable, and afterwards, @coda slept/dozed while I flew for about 3 hours. The terrain I saw was breathtaking.

This was just west of the great salt flats. Just gorgeous mountains.

Now starting to fly over the Great Salt Lake of Utah.

More of the Great Salt Lake.

The mountains just to the east of the salt lake. Continuing east.

Beautiful terrain over Wyoming

More Wyoming terrain. That state is so beautiful.

Yes, more

Here's the track route for this segment of the journey

Time for things to get messy

As we got within an hour or so of Denver, @coda woke up and started getting ready to fly. I could see up ahead that we had some weather brewing, and having my “autopilot” ready was quite important.

Up ahead, near the city of Cheyenne Wyoming, storms were a brewing. Down near Fort Collins, a thunderstorm had developed next to the mountains. Little bits of it seemed to be breaking off to the north and heading towards Cheyenne, then east. With @coda behind the controls, I turned my attention back to all the sources of information at my disposal: ATC, Flight Service, and ADS-B NexRAD weather.

The closer we got, the worse it looked. The rain was thickening up more and more. I searched for a way in, and saw a path where the NexRAD was showing a gap we might be able to fly through. It lead roughly from the Pine Bluffs airport to the Gill VOR. As we flew closer and closer, I heard and watched another airplane successfully navigate that path going the other direction. I figured we should go for it.

However, as we got closer, the rain to the south looked more like a wall, and no gap was found. Talking to ATC, they suggested we continue east into Nebraska and turn south around Kimball, Nebraska. This deviation added at least 30 minutes to our flight, but it got us around the worst of the weather.

We continued our descent into Denver. I'd like to say that my landing at Rocky Mountain Airport was nice, but it really wasn't. Perhaps because of the high altitude or perhaps because of my exhaustion, I wound up bouncing it down the runway. Ah well. Any landing you can walk away from, right? 😆

Our course wound up looking like this

Down in the Valley

After landing and securing the airplane, I met up with my coworker Joelle who would be helping us out with her truck. @coda hopped a taxi/uber/lyft into downtown to spend some time on the town while Joelle and I started a 2 hour drive north into the Denver Mountains

The drive was beautiful and rustic. Joelle's truck got covered in dirt and grime. We arrived at the house and helped @norintha pack her things.

With the truck loaded up, @norintha said her goodbyes, then we left to go back towards the airport.

Back at the airport

Wouldn't you know it, as we were heading back to the airport, another thunderstorm started to brew up just southwest of the airport. Being in a truck, and not a plane, made this infinitely safer, but it looked like it would be a pain in the butt loading the airplane with all the stuff while it rained. Also, the rain storm kinda looked like some sort of Pac-Man trying to eat the airport, IDK.

Luckily, we somehow managed to arrive just in time. The composite radar showed rain descending over the runways only but nothing was hitting the ground, and we were north of the runways on the ramp. We drove out onto the ramp and quickly loaded up the plane. @coda had even finished hanging out in the city and came back to help out and get dinner with us afterwards.

Somehow, we managed to get all the crap in the plane before any rain fell on our heads. I carefully weighed each box and calculated the weight and balance for the airplane with each box, making sure that all the boxes met the appropriate weight requirements for flying in each location they were in. It was wild seeing the plane so full to the gills with all that stuff, but it also felt really neat.

The plane finished, we decided to get dinner near the airport. I did a yelp search and saw a British pub basically on the airport grounds! We drive over there in Joelle's car and had a delicious British dinner. It was worth it. All 4 of us were exhausted from all of the work and travel that day.

After dinner, I looked up where our hotel was. I knew it was near the airport, as it was another “free” hotel I got in walking distance so we could get out early in the morning again. As we walked back to Joelle's truck, I discovered that we were... already there. The pub we just ate at was literally the restaurant for the hotel we were staying at. I waited until we were at the truck and pretended to give directions for how to get to our hotel. “Okay, what you're gonna wanna do is... stay right here. We're here!”

@coda departed the party and went to the Denver International Airport to catch a commercial flight home. @norintha and I tucked into the quaint English-themed hotel. The bed was soft and while I didn't get a full 8 hours, I definitely got a really good night's sleep.

Read Part 4!!!

This is part of a 5 part series on my adventures helping my friend move. Check out part 1 and start there!

The plan

To make sure that I was able to minimize the amount of flying I'd be doing during the hottest parts of the day, I planned to do most of my flying taking off right around dawn. Unfortunately, doing so on the first leg, out of Reid-Hillview, could be a problem. Specifically, San Jose has a nasty habit of being covered by a blanket of clouds every morning until as late as 10:00AM, and I'm not an instrument rated pilot (yet).

To avoid being trapped inside San Jose and being forced to do a lot of flying during the heat of the day, I decided that we'd fly out part way on Friday evening, close to sunset. This would avoid the hottest parts of the day over the desert and get us out of San Jose while we could.

The first planned route was KRHV VPBAV VPBAS HNW SWR FMG LLC BAM KEKO. It would take roughly 3 hours to traverse. At the other end, I used some rewards points and got us a “free” hotel directly across the street from the airport.

My partner @coda agreed at the last minute to join me on our flight out to Denver. They've learned enough about flying now that they can help out with things like steering the plane and such, reducing the workload on me and giving me more brain space to work on other problems. I knew that we were going to run into the possibilities of bad weather on our way out there, and having them as a sort of “co-pilot” would really help.

Heading out

We departed Reid-Hillview around 4:30pm on Friday evening. Our plan was to fly to Elko, NV and get there before the sunset, since we didn't want to be dealing with mountains in the way. With 3 hours of flying in front of us, that left us basically an extra 60-90 minutes of sufficient light to see where we were going. While we would also have moonlight, I didn't want to rely on it. I also didn't want to leave so early that we'd be running into really bad weather.

As we climbed up over the Sierra Nevada mountain range, I called up flight service, reported our position, and started asking about the weather up ahead. According to them, there was a thunderstorm just southwest of Lovelock that was heading northwest and would probably get in our way. We continued on, recognizing that we may have to divert before we got there.

I don't know what this collection of trees is, but we saw it just east of Yuba Pass and it was wild looking, so I snapped a photo of it.

The first blocks of weather

As we went west of Reno, I called up Flight Service again to talk about our options. Things had degraded massively. The weather south of Lovelock had moved out of our way for the most part. But the weather around Battle Mountain was horrible and getting worse by the second. A massive storm, easily 30 miles in diameter, was brewing and getting worse and worse. This was smack dab right between us and our destination. Flight Service advised that we do not continue our flight past Lovelock, and I agreed. But what to do instead?

One of the cool things about using Foreflight and an ADS-B equipped airplane is that we were able to view the same weather radar information that Flight Service and ATC were looking at. As @coda flew the plane further east on our course, I poured over the map and considered our options.

Looking at this map of where we wanted to go, you can see that Battle Mountain was smack dab directly between us and Elko. Looking past the clusterfuck that was at Battle Mountain, we could see that Elko was still in the clear. In theory, we could still get over there... But how? Going north wasn't a good option. That flew us into other weather that had already continued north, and put us right in the path of some of this really bad weather. Plus, it would eat a lot of time that we didn't necessarily have. That option out, I looked south.

Now, south of Lovelock, Battle Mountain, and Elko, the weather seemed largely good. While there were some rain storms down there, they weren't yet developing into the monster thunderstorms they would become further to the north. They were just dark clouds and gentle rain down there, at least from the radar. But getting there would require us to fly through restricted airspace.

I called up Flight Service and asked if that would work out. They said “Huh. Yeah, actually. That looks good to us over here.” I thanked them and flipped over to ATC and asked permission to go through the restricted airspace.

ATC: “Well uh, R-4813 is currently active. We have special use military vehicles active in that area.”

Me: “What about R-4816? Could we go through there?”

ATC: “Yeah, actually. That should work. You are cleared through restricted area 4816”

WOO HOOO!!! That meant we could make it in good time towards our destination. We pressed on!

I don't know what kinds of “special use” vehicles they had over there, but I do know that a flight of several F-16s in tight formation wound up flying right underneath us as we passed through the restricted airspace.

We carefully and cautiously approached the dark band of clouds that was feeding the monster thunderstorm some 60 miles north of us at Battle Mountains. It was largely uneventful. A little rain, a little minor turbulence, and we were through. That put us through the weakest part of the line of storms and left us seemingly in the clear to reach our destination. We began our left turn towards the mountains, steering down the valleys between the tall mountains below us.

Racing to the finish line

As we closed in on our destination, we checked in again with NexRAD and Flight Service to see how we were doing. To our horror, a thunderstorm had developed over the top of Elko. Worse, another system was starting to build just south of it and was heading right for Elko.

It was starting to look more and more like we weren't going to be able to put into Elko this evening. I pulled out my iPad and started researching alternative destinations to go to. Having lost time for our existing diversion, we didn't have a lot of daylight left to spend. The best place for a diversion, I thought, would be Wendover, UT, a small town 90 miles east of Elko. I should have liked to go further, perhaps all the way to Salt Lake City, but looking on NexRAD indicated the presence of more thunderstorms in the way, and I wasn't about to start navigating around those at night.

We travelled up the valley, silently hoping for the weather around Elko to move further north. And... it started to. The weather reports I was getting on the ground seemed to be clearing up.

But it was hard to be sure, right? While having all this information on board the airplane is fantastic to help you make the right decisions, ultimately it is only advisory. The reality is what you see with your eyes when you get there. The weather reports sounded better, but were they actually better? I decided we'd fly past Elko on our way to Wendover to get a better look.

It was around this time that I noticed we were flying up a valley north right in between two thunderstorms. Uhhh. NO. I took the controls and executed a quick 90º turn to the right to switch valleys and get us a little more space from the storms. We skirted the northwest edge of a TFR (A temporary flight restriction due, in this case, to fire fighting.) and came up along the Ruby Dome mountains.

At this point, the small rain storm just south of Elko was starting to develop into a thunderstorm of its own. We watched lighting come out of it and strike a peak just south of the town. We were racing it north, keeping far to the east of it, watching it grow in strength.

As we moved further north, we finally could see the giant fuck-off thunderstorm that was hovering over Battle Mountain to the northwest, miles beyond Elko. That thing was a monster.

By some miracle, as we worked our way north next to Ruby Dome, Elko came into view. Beautiful. Clear. VFR for days. While the small storm loomed to the south of it, Elko itself was clear for now. I viewed the situation carefully.

I know that flying near thunderstorms can be extremely dangerous, especially in their path. They can cause severe turbulence even in the clear air ahead of them, lulling unwary pilots into their dangerous traps.

With this knowledge in my head, I considered several things all at once. 1. The storm just south of Elko was small and slow. It wasn't very strong. 2. Diverting to Wendover at this point would result in us needing to do a little bit of night flying over unfamiliar mountainous terrain, not something I was keen on. 3. I had the Elko airport in sight, and knew we could be on the ground in less than 5 minutes.

I put it all together and made what was probably the riskiest decision of the whole flight. I turned left and made for the Elko airport. I descended quickly over the town, made a beeline for the runway, and landed with nary a blip of turbulence.

As we rolled out down the runway, both of us let out a little cheer of nervousness and relief. We were on the ground, safe, and done flying for the evening. We rolled over to the fuel pods to refuel the airplane and watch the storm.

The rain storm briefly dropped a little rain on our heads, but quickly moved north and west of the town, ignoring us. Shortly after this, multiple other airplanes started to arrive, including at least one commercial jet. We tied the airplane down, grabbed our bags, and left.

Our final course looked like this

An evening in Elko

Figuring out how to get out of the airport was hard. Both of us had missed dinner, and were famished and tired. We grabbed the first door out of the airport, even though we didn't see a door code or any way back in, and headed for dinner. We had food at this amazing Mexican place next to the airport called Costa Vida, then crossed the street to go to our hotel.

The Hampton Inn we stayed at was surprisingly posh and comfy for being “free” for us, and honestly pretty cheap even if it wasn't free. @coda and I turned in, watched the new Rocko's Modern Life movie on Netflix, then went to bed in a super comfy bed, alarms set for 4:30am the next morning.

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The mission

My friend @norintha has been in a rough living situation in Denver, CO for a while. The environment and situation wasn't working for her at all. She made arrangements to leave and move to Reno, NV, and her friends there were going to come get her.

And then their car broke down.

My friend was now trapped up there with no way out and few, if any, local friends who had the resources to help out.

That's where I come in.

One thought was that I could grab a Friday night commercial flight out to Denver, rent a big van for a 1 way drive, drive up into the mountains Saturday, pack her stuff, then spend 16+ hours driving her to Reno and another few hours driving myself home before turning in the car.

Another option... I own an airplane with an awesome amount of weight carrying capacity for a small plane. In less time, for actually less money... I could fly my plane out to Denver, pack the plane full of my friend's stuff, and fly her and her stuff to Reno, NV.

After careful review of weather forecasts, weight estimates, and more... I chose the latter.

The danger of the mission

So far in my flying adventures, I've only flown east of California once, out to the Grand Canyon. Prior to that, I've mostly flown around California and north to Oregon. Some of these have been excellent and long flight in their own right, but flying all the way to Denver, CO is unlike any of those from before.

Danger 1: High Altitude Flight

Most of my flying to date has been with the ground well below 3000 ft MSL (Median Sea Level). Most of the trip out to Denver has the ground well above 5000 ft. MSL, with considerable portions as high as 8000 ft. MSL. This changes a LOT about flying.

To give yourself enough distance above the ground to get things like nice glide distances in case of an engine out, cruising altitudes as high as 11,500 ft. MSL may be necessary. At that altitude, the airplane engine, airfoil, and pilot all find their performance levels reduced by the lower density of air that higher altitudes have.

Engines need to combust a mixture of fuel and air in order to produce a maximum output. As you reduce the air molecules available in a given volume, it gets harder and harder for the engine to produce that level of horsepower.

Wings, control surfaces, and propellors do their thing by interacting with air molecules that flow over them. Reduce the amount of air molecules around them, and you also reduce the effectiveness of all of these things. Landings, take offs, and more are all negatively affected, and careful calculation of how much runway will be necessary at a given altitude, as well as what kinds of climb rates to expect, are vital.

And last, but not least, human pilots need plenty of oxygen to enable their brain to function well. Reduced air density at high altitudes means reduced amount of oxygen available to the pilot. While FAA regulations don't require supplemental oxygen below 12,500 ft. MSL, pilots and passengers both can start to experience minor degrees of hypoxia well below that. Even a small reduction in blood oxygen levels can have significant effects on the ability of a pilot to process the information and make the decisions necessary for the accomplishment of a safe flight.

Danger 2: Desert Heat and Mountains

Most of the environment between here and Denver, CO consists of what we call “high desert” environments. Hot, high altitude areas with lots of mountainous terrain. This makes for some unique challenges.

Hot air tends to be less dense than cooler air. As a result, even if the airplane is flying at, say, 11,500 ft MSL, hotter air might make the airplane “feel” as though its flying even higher. This affects all of the same things that high altitude affects, including the engine, airfoils, and human pilots. The altitude that the air “feels like” is referred to as the “Density Altitude” and it is critical to calculate what that is when flying in high desert environments.

Heat is also one of the things that energizes air flow. Hotter air, in a sense, “gets excited.” As air gets heated up, it tends to rise, creating thermals, clouds, wind gusts, and more. Over the hot deserts in the afternoon, this can create turbulence that is virtually unbearable, or in some cases, downright dangerous.

All that hot air moving around gets even more exciting when it encounters mountains. In these scenarios air acts a lot like water does when traveling over the rapids. It splashes up over a mountain range, accelerates over the peaks, and rapidly drops off the other side. In valleys and narrow passes, it can accelerate to extremely high speeds. All of this can create extremely dangerous downdrafts that airplanes will struggle to get out of in the high density altitude around them.

Understanding the affects of heat, especially around mountains, is vital to navigating difficult environments like these.

Reason 3: Challenging Weather

Hot air causing air to rise and move around? Whatever could that result in? Oh yeah. Rain. More importantly, thunderstorms.

Thunderstorms are nobody's friend in the air. Flying within a thunderstorm's area of influence can result in turbulence so severe it can rip the wings off your airplane and hurtle you to the ground. Even the big commercial jets steer well clear of these powerful convective systems.

In California, where I've done most of my flying, the weather is almost always clear skies and sunny. The only clouds I have to deal with are the marine layer that comes in and blankets the city in a thin layer of cloud a thousand or so feet above the ground. On the rare occasion that we do get some “real weather” out here, it's easy to just cancel flying plans and stay on the ground and not worry about all of that.

Unfortunately, if you want to fly pretty much anywhere else in the country, especially over the high desert in the summer, you're going to have to contend with this kind of weather and figure out how to navigate it.

Preparing for the mission

Dangers of the flight loaded up in my mind, I began preparing for the flight several weeks in advance. I studied everything I could on thunderstorm avoidance. I watched air safety videos about people who flew into these monster storms and died. I reflected on mistakes I've made in the past myself. I studied the weather forecasts on many different sources, especially AccuWeather and Windy TV. It looked as though most of the worst weather was going to be out of our way, though the chaos of weather meant this could never be counted on entirely. I talked to fellow pilots about my plans and got their ideas of what I should and shouldn't do out there, especially ideas about routing.

Given the size of the stuff my friend was bringing back with us, I decided to pull out the seats in my airplane to make for extra room and give us a little more weight headroom.

I wrote up VFR flight plans, submitting them to the FAA, and prepared. The journey began Friday, August 9, 2019.

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Painted Pony

Ponyplay, BDSM, Latex, Exhibitionism

@Norintha@beach.city

Standing by the door, I indicate the large gear bag. You perk up, the club is always fun but there is only one reason for me to break out the worn old duffel bag. It's heavier than usual too. Holding the handle with both hands we leave and walk the short walk to the bus stop. The ride isn't long, but seems like forever. Something inside the bag is filled with a thick liquid which glugs occasionally as it shifts. You shift in the seat in excitement, it's been ages since the last time you got to suit up and these stops are only making it worse.

Finally, the bus arrives by the warehouses. Two blocks down the lit street and the converted unit bleeds lights from the row of tinted windows along the top. The club looks busy, and we take a place in line as the bouncer allows people in at a steady drip. When you finally make it in, you can see the stage is set up for a show. The dance area is filled with tables and chairs, people are mingling instead of enjoying the usual thumping party. You tug on my arm asking what is happening tonight. “There are a few kink shows happening.”

You nod, my vague reply par for the course by now. “Let's watch some of the show before we play!” I say, as I lead us over to an empty table. Presently heavy wooden stocks are pushed out onto stage by a pair of submissives, nude save for bridles, who are then locked in place. A pair of leather clad dommes walk out, girlcocks swaying as they do. One uses a crop to warm up on the first sub, as the other places her member in the subs' mouth. The beating grows in intensity, but the sub never breaks stride, bringing the domme to climax on the sub's face.

The dommes swap subs and positions, the show continues. The first sub stays as quiet and unmoving after their performance as the second did while listening to the first's beating. The riding crop now spraying droplets of sweat around the stage as the beating continues. Both of the silent, unwavering subs show off incredible amounts of self control and pain tolerance. releasing the subs, the dommes walk them both through the crowd by leads, showing off the deep purple welts covering both abused asses.

Grabbing you by the hand, I pull you away and over to one of the playrooms that run around three of the walls of the club. The door squeaks softly as I shut it behind us, before I take the bag from your hands and set it on the bench, where I unzip it and being to pull out gear. As you tug off your outfit and fold and place it on the bench you watch my pile the hoof cups, tail, crop, and bridle on the end. Next, a large paint can emerges out from the bag as well, then sweep your pile of clothes into the bag and zip it back up. Sliding the hooves next to you, I step behind you with the bridle and slip the fine worked leather over your face. The smell of the oils and the leather itself sends tingles down your spine as I tighten the clasp around the back of your head. “Finish getting ready, we are next.”

You ask sheepishly where your body suit is, hoping I didn't forget it at home. “We won't need that tonight, I have something else in mind instead. Now, hurry we don't want to keep everyone out there waiting do we?” You blush and shake your head, jangling the metal of the bridle. Stepping into the foot cups you bend down and fasten the buckles. Taking the opportunity, I swat your ass with the crop. The impact marks fades quickly into your skin. Sliding your hands into the front hooves, I fasten those clasps and attach a lead to your collar.

Taking the can and your tail in hand, I lead us out the door. The stage is clear by the time we walk to the steps, and all eyes are on you and your almost naked body. “Tonight, I shall turn this humble pet into a pony worthy of awe and admiration!” The crowd claps quietly. Undoing the lead from your collar, I whisper to you to strike a pose. You rear back, showing off your chest and girlcock. This is met with another round of polite applause from the audience. From behind you, a loud pop. Like a can of paint being opened.

As I walk in front of you, you see the can I carried is filled with a thick black liquid. However much it might look like paint, it smells faintly of plastic. I set it on the stage. In my other hand I have a small brush, which I dip in the liquid then I brush on your calves. The liquid is far colder than you expected, but you resist the urge to flinch. Slowly you feel me apply a thin coat of the material to your lower legs, down to the cuffs of your hooves. More of the liquid runs up your inner thighs as your girlprick starts to flare.

I paint up to the base of your member, leaving most of it uncovered. The cool liquid turns warm on your legs as it cures, leaving a dry coating that moves and bends as your muscles flex and strain to stay in position. Another wet plop and I begin covering your ass. You snort softly as the bristles tickle you while working between your cheeks. The brush clanks in the can as I let it drop. A few moments later, pressure at your ass then the familiar plop of your tail plug and your cheeks burn under your bridle while the crowd chuckles.

It isn't long until I have your back and stomach covered as well. Your legs feel fully dry now and the curing heat has dissipated. The brush clanks again and you feel my hands rolling your nipples back and forth, pinching and squeezing between thumb and forefinger. Once your nipples are fully hard, I start painting your chest. Working the brush between your cleavage and over both nipples leaving nice, ample, perky nipples poking under. As I cover your arms, you can finally see the thick liquid as it is applied all glossy and black.

Finishing the fast drying latex around your wrists, I daub some around your neck blending to your chest. The stage lights finish drying your painted on latex suit within another minute. As I run a moist finger down your back, you hear the latex squeak, then feel my crop. I reattach the lead to your collar, then walk you around the stage and through the crowd. Your uncovered girlcock rages from the attention and the sensation of the plastic on your skin. Guiding you ahead with my crop, I hold the lead and drive you around the club.

Finally, I stop you at the edge of the stage where your forehooves can rest on it. The lead drops to the stage, and my hands reach around you. One squeezes on your breasts, kneading and pinching through the material. The other strokes the underside of your girldick. Taking my hand away from your chest, I slowly work the base of your tail plug deeper into you. Your member flexes and twitches in my other hand as the plug touches your prostate. Wrapping my hand fully around your girlcock, I slowly stroke from the base, to past your tip.

My hand collects a slick of moisture from your member and strokes back down smoothly while I continue to push and pull the plug into you. The wells of pleasure start building in you, and you whinny not so softly before biting your lip and catching yourself in embarrassment. Faster and faster the plug rubs inside of you. My hand pauses near the head of your girldick and teases under it with a fingernail. As the pleasure from the plug builds and wells inside of you, you feel the seal around the latex break and the tail plop out and fall.

Wiping my member with your flowing juices I push into the gap left by the plug inside of you and begin stroking you again. My girlprick is much larger than the plug was and you cry out as it slides all the way into you. All you hear is the squeak of latex as I pound your ass. My hand speeds up stroking your member as mine speeds up penetrating you. In and out, down and up. I rub on your prostate as my hand tickles under the head of your girldick. The slapping of my thighs on yours and the peeling noise as they separate fill your head.

Your body tenses as the pleasure quakes within you. Shaking your head, you send them the metal parts of your bridle rattling again, then clop a hoof on the stage. Spurts of your seed hit the edge of the stage, piling on the lip before sliding down to the floor. Sweat beads down your neck, and the rest of your seed rolls down your thigh, each liquid adding an extra sheen to the latex. With a thrust so hard I slam your hips into the edge of the stage, my hard girlcock sends ripples of my pleasure, and my seed, through you. Breathing hard, you let your weight rest on the stage as the audience claps and I clean your mess up with a small towel from the duffel bag. Grabbing the lead, I tug and you follow me back to the our playroom. Even shutting the peep window, a soft squeaking can still be heard.

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Rave Night

Exhibitionism, Drugs, Anonymous Partner

@Norintha@beach.city

You look skeptically at Ashley as she holds an outfit for you. “It's cold out, and you want me to wear that?” The latex top and miniskirt appear far too revealing for your tastes. Loose jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie over top would be much more your speed. She shakes her head. “No no, you will overheat super fast once we get inside! Fifty people dancing and rubbing and partying all at once makes a building heat up.” “Yeah, about that, I still don't know how you talked me into going to this. Couldn't we start out having like, a game night?”

The young woman sighs, her moderate chest bouncing as she shakes her head. “I want you to get out and meet people, not min max numbers for three hours. Now stop complaining, trust me, and strip. You have to at least try this on before you say no. It's gonna look great on you.” Rising from Ashley's bed you peel off your jeans and the tee you had on. She walks around you twice, then unhooks your bra. “I have a better one you can borrow for tonight. It'll perk up your boobs.” You blush, at hearing her talk about your body like that. “I love you and your tits, you know that. But this is a party. Dressing up and showing off is half the fun! Now dress.” She thrusts a handful of clothes into your hands and crosses her arms expectantly. Giving up, you put on the padded bra Ashley offered.

Slipping into the tight top, you struggle for a moment before getting both arms inside and sliding it down. Ashley straightens the back while you work up the miniskirt. Turning and looking in the mirror you grimace; it covers everything, but only just. You bounce on your toes a few times and see the white of your panties in the mirror. “Okay, I tried it on. How can I dance in something like this? Everyone will see my balls!” Ashley puts her arm around your shoulder. “No one is going to be looking, and no one cares there either.” “Besides, I keep telling you, that's a problem you could solve real easy!” Not dignifying her with a response, you start to look through her closet to see if there is anything in there you do like. The woman jerks you away. “Come on, I don't want to miss the bus.”

Ignoring your protests she thrusts precarious heels and a pair of fishnets into your hands. “Just get them on by the time we get there.” You wad up the fishnets and slip on the shoes to follow her out the door “Damn why won't you let me bring a jacket?” It is beyond brisk. Several minutes of cursing later and the bus finally pulls up. It is mercifully empty, so the two of you make it to the very back. Taking the corner seat, you slip off the shoes and discreetly work on the tights. Leaning on Ashley, you rest, until she tells you the club is next.

The cold air bites as you step off the bus. “Just a couple blocks, follow the lights.” The bright lamps illuminate the street and warehouses all the way to the club in the distance. Blowing on your hands, you keep pace with Ashley. “And you've been here before?” “Stop being a buzzkill, it's a really great place. Plus you really couldn't do this kinda club downtown anyway! Out of the way is good.” Somehow that doesn't really quell your nerves. Freezing, you reach the line at the entrance. You can hear the music from outside.

You look up to the windows, seeing lights strobing through every color of the rainbow pouring out. Ashley pulls on your shoulder; distracted as you are, you didn't realize you were next in line. The bouncer looks you up and down skeptically, while Ashley pleads with her eyes. At last, you're ushered in. The temperature difference smacks you in the face, the club is practically a sauna! The driving bass line of the music thumps as Ashley tries to get your attention. Eventually, you see her waving at you. She points to the bar as she walks away.

Not interested in a drink, you mill over to the railing that separated the walkway from what was now the dance floor. The crowd sure appears to be enjoying themselves, bouncing and rebounding to the songs. Sniffing though, you smell something. It smells floral in nature. Lavender, it smells like lavender. To your left you see a woman wearing a tight black shirt with the word 'staff' in fluorescent letters. You ask her about the smell, you can't really hear her but you make out the words leak and gas. She is holding gas masks and hands you one.

Taking the blue painted mask, you breath deeply. The lavender smell seems to be much stronger inside the mask, much to your surprise. Coughing you almost drop the mask, but as you exhale the world feels suddenly very fuzzy. And the music pulses seem to make the lights brighter. “Oh no honey, that is the leaky one!” The staff member sounds much clearer now. She hands you the green mask that was in her other hand. A little dazed, but suddenly very happy you came, you put on the other mask and breath in deeply. Still lavender, but smokier. You cough and due to the mask, breathe in more when trying to clear your lungs. By the third lungful you manage to get the mask back off. Now you notice that Ashley has returned, sipping a drink. Waving her over you ask if you can have a sip. “Well sure, you can.”

Without waiting for her to say anything else you gulp down a mouthful of the sweet, fiery liquid. Snorting, “What was that Ash?.” “Rum and cola, helps me get ready for the evening.” She downs the rest of drink before taking the green mask from you, and breathing deeply under it. By now you realize that you have been swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. It's actually rather fun, now that you're here, experiencing it. Pulling on Ashley's arm the two of you move out onto the dance floor. She takes hold of you, and squeezes into the crowd.

The hot, throbbing mass of people bounces and pushes along to the music and you push back. Ashley finds someone she knows in the dancing crowd of people. She is a tall, beautiful woman, wearing bright colors and swaying as hard as anyone else. The two embrace and she hugs you. The woman pulls out a little mint tin, and passes something to Ashley, who swallows it. She offers the tin to you, and you take one. It isn't very minty and Ashley smiles as you swallow it too. The woman accepts Ashley's invitation to stay and dance with the two of you for a bit.

The lights pulsate and the music bounces and after an indeterminate amount of time, Ashley and her friend start to walk away. Turning as they pass you, the friend grabs you by the shoulder and points to the far wall. The party is a lot more fun than you expected, but you follow. The two of them walk to one of the doors, and you follow them both inside. A padded floor and bench, with what look like straps. The friend closes the door behind you, shutting out the flashing lights and dulling the thumping music. Somehow the room feels warmer than outside.

Ashley must feel the same way, as she pulls her dress off. You strip off your tight latex top, and a coolness rolls over you. Ashley's friend puts her hands on your shoulders, making you jump at first. She begins to rub them though, and explosions of pleasure fire off in you. She leans around and bites your neck softly, and your girlcock starts to stir under the tiny miniskirt. Ashley approaches, breasts bouncing and cock already hard. She stretches over and kisses you deeply as her friend reaches around and starts to fondle your nipples.

You feel your face flush – you don't even know the woman behind you. Everything feels right and good to you though, especially when Ashley pushes her tongue into your mouth. Running your hands down Ashley's sides, you hold her hips as she sways slowly and pulls your skirt down. She breaks the kiss, and spins you by the shoulder to face her friend. You kiss the woman, who runs her nails up and down your back. The feeling is like zaps of electricity coursing through you. Your knees feel weak and you slowly sink to the floor, eyes on the woman's bulge.

The other two women start to kiss, while Ashley's friend works her panties down. Her girlcock dangles in front of you, tantalizingly. Excitedly, you take it in hand and guide her member into your mouth. You run your tongue along the sides and under the head, and she moans loudly. As you bob and suck, the girldick expands. Your nails run between her legs and she wobbles. Ashley pins you into place with her hips, sucking the girldick of her friend while they make out. You suck on the end of her member, and stroke down the rest of the shaft to her ass.

She pushes Ashley a step back, and the two of them help you stand. They lead you to the bench, where the woman sits. Ashley turns you to face her and kisses you. As you make out with Ashley, somehow your panties go missing, freeing your own hard girlcock from it's cotton bondage. The other woman grabs your hips and gently lowers you onto her cock. You bite your lip, the new sensation intense. She bounces you gently, working her member deep into you. As you settle onto the feeling of her cock in you, Ashley reclines, moaning, onto your own girldick.

The woman behind you starts to buck her hips, the stiff girldick in your ass filling you satisfyingly. Ashley seems to enjoy riding on your girlshaft, as she digs her fingers into your legs to steady herself. The cock in you pounds harder and harder, riding Ashley through you. Faster and faster the woman bounces both of you. Warm feelings of ecstasy flow between the cock in you and Ashley on your own. The breath is yanked from your lungs as you feel the woman's cock twitch and spurt her load into you, her hand on Ashley's member as she holds you.

Ashley spills her seed on the padded floor of the playroom, and her orgasm shakes her on your girldick. Behind you, the woman bounces you again prodding you with her parts. The waves of pleasure, warmth, and love wash over you too, and you bite Ashley's shoulder as you fill her. The three of you move to the floor of the room, enjoying the feeling that everything is perfect for now.

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