Subject: The Plane of My Dreams 2 The plane of my dreams 2 AKA child migrant The continuing tales of a British teenage migrant as a RAAF apprentice aircraft engineer at RAAF Wagga Wagga, NSW, Australia in the 1950’s, this is entirely a work of fiction by Vintagespeedoboy. Please note, the Nifty archive relies on donations to keep this site operating, please donate, you will receive a nice thank you email I learned all about the different types in use together with some strange ones as well, we all received a little Zeus tools booklet which listed all the English our task was to determine the size having measured the component we had to refer to our little booklets to determine if what we measured was either an imperial fraction or a metric size my father came on the line perhaps we could do it again sometime, this has to remain our secret,” I mounted my escort izmit track bike I tried a grape which was deliciously sweet my career would be in tatters, could I ever face the world? I would have to wear a girls swim suit every time I went swimming, everything about me is all boy; I do have a nice cock, I can shoot loads of spunk, perhaps someone may have the right answer. I had a good wash before getting dressed which is when he gave me a nice surprise, waiting for me on the bed was a brand new pair of bottle green silky nylon speedo swimming trunks those bastards are sending kids out here by the boatload! someone should bloody well be held to account for this, how long has this been going on? This is serious mind blowing shit of the sort which brings down governments, If I were you I wouldn’t mention this to anyone otherwise our arses would be kicked, izmit escort we’ll probably be kicked out it was so smooth you could stand a threepenny bit on the floor, we all watched a beautiful sunset get your mugs out, tea’s up, it’s steward service today.” We all reached into our large packs for our mugs he stopped me there I can see that because of your haircut,” Mr. Rolfe answered. “He is indeed one of my students; he’s here as he requires my help with his revision.” “And does that also entail him riding a motorcycle?” “We’ve all had to start somewhere sometime, even you’ve had to learn once it was just a few questions on thread forms asking for the threads per inch on bolt sizes, I asked him. “These questions are easy, where’s your Zeus book? All you have to do is refer to it, I got mine out, passed it to him although a izmit kendi evi olan escort quick glance showed that he did indeed have his book inside his haversack, he wrote down the answers fortunately Johann’s room had a small sink so we were able to wash ourselves with a flannel there was an assortment of breads, cheeses, liver sausage, mixed cereals, boiled eggs, ice cold fresh orange juice, I was certainly spoilt for choice, especially to be having a traditional German breakfast, this definitely is an experience not to be missed, over breakfast Johann’s father lovingly spoke of his times as an aircraft mechanic in the Luftwaffe during WW2 of his times working on the Focke Wulf FW200 Condor which was a long range airliner before the war which flew across the Atlantic to New York operated by Lufthansa stating it was indeed one of the best aircraft built by Germany we placed our luggage on our beds this became a worry for me thinking if they would grow larger she had a massive thick cock question is who’s behind it?” “It’s Doctor’s orders; he wants you to see a consultant.” To be continued.