The valley was a great place to land. The plane floated in with no problem at all. It was just like landing on a bad runway.
I unbuckled screaming, " YOU O.K. BABY?"
As I ran to the back of the plane, Channtel jumped into my arms crying. Big tears ran down her face as she hugged and kissed me.
" Are we really going to be here five months?" Channtel ask.
I looked into her eyes, " Baby, I’m sorry. It mite be longer than that."
" What about my baby," she began to cry, " she’ll forget me."
I patted her round ass, " Oh, no she won’t."
We hugged for a long time before I got her to calm down.
" We need to start looking through all the supplies and getting everything we need to make us a good warm living area," I said, " I’ll go to the cargo hold. You start hanging blankets up to the walls and fix the warmest bed you can make."
" Should I make…. Two beds…. Or," Channtel looked to the floor, " or just one…. Big bed?"
I gave her a little hug and said, " That’s up to you Baby."
I went down in the cargo hold, rooting through all of the many boxes and crates. I needed to find the heaters, lights and the stoves.
Each time I would find more of the things we needed I would put them on the mini-elevator and send it up to Channtel. After a good two hours of digging through hundreds of boxes, I had found about everything we needed for now.
* * * * *
Dennis sat at his desk, watching the old clock on the wall. He hated it when a plane was late getting back from China, this plane had his best friend and his beautiful daughter on board.
He picked up the phone, " Control Tower, this is Dennis. Any word on Jake yet? O.K., have every plane going or coming from there, keep an eye out for them." Dennis hung up the phone.
Dennis began to e-mail every person he knew in the area, being a missionary meant he knew some shady people. The ‘perfect’ people didn’t need saved. It was drug dealers, hookers and Black-market dealers. That needed a ‘Man of GOD’ and they know everybody and everything that went on around the border.
He also knew one other person that could help a lot, a long time friend in the C.I.A. It meant that a load of guns or some mercenaries would be on one of his planes. But, anything for Jake.
" GOD, I pray they’re O.K.," Dennis thought to himself, " I should never have let Channtel go along. If they’re dead her poor baby will be motherless, and it will be my fault."
Dennis went on thinking, " and my best friend, Jake, I’ve known him for close to twenty years. Now I’ve killed them both." Dennis began to cry….
* * * * *
I made my way back up top to find that Channtel had really been working very hard. She had covered every wall and ceiling with blankets. She had covered the floors with the sleeping bags.
She had fixed the blankets so that we had three little rooms. An area to cook our food, a sitting area and one very nice and cozy bedroom.
" WOW. My little girl sure has been a busy little beaver." I said.
With a big smile Channtel replied, " You like?"
" Lord yes, this is nice," I looked to the bed, " are you sure about the bed?"
Her face got a little red and she said, " Can we just take things real slow," she moved into my arms, " I know it’s wrong for us to do ‘it’ together but, I also know that I’ve wanted you sense I first knew what sex was."
" You lead the way," my hands found Channtels ass, " however you want things to go."
She gave me a nice deep French Kiss and said, " Thanks Daddy."
After we had warmed up dinner, we sat snuggled on our bed. Channtel sat on my lap, with my arms wrapped around her. My right hand lightly squeezed her breast. A long steam of milk shot from her nipple.
" Damn Baby, them things are loaded." I said with a little laugh.
" I know…. They are starting to hurt real bad," she wiped off my hand, " the baby should have nursed three or four times by now."
" How are we going to get the milk out?" I said, looking at her big wet breast, " I don’t want to see you hurting."
Channtel reached for a cup, " You hold this for me," she pulled off her blouse, then her very thin bra, " I’ll try to milk them, you hold the cup under my nipple."
I was in shock, I had always wanted to see a woman playing with her tits. Now, I have my sexy daughter, sitting on me, Milking her full breast.
My cock started to grow as I watched her take her breast in her hands and giving it little squeezes. The milk trickled from her nipples, little by little the cup began to fill. So did my cock.
Channtel looked at me with a little smile and said, " Daddy, I’m sorry…. I didn’t mean to get you excited."
" It’s not every day a man gets to see something as sexy as this," I looked down to her breast, I caressed the nipple, " you’re beautiful…."
" Thank you, would you like to do it for me?" She ask.
" FUCK YES, OH YEAH, HAND THEM OVER AND HOLD ON BABY." I thought.
" Only if you want me to." I figured that would be the best thing to say.
She moved on my lap facing me. She took the cup, my hands moved to hold her swollen breast. I began to play with her tender nipple and gave her breast little squeezes.
The milk flowed from her body, filling the cup faster than before. I could feel her breathing increase as I worked her neglected breast. Squeezing her breast harder as I pinched her tender nipple.
" Oh Daddy….," Channtel panted, " it feels so good"
I moved to her other breast, again teasing her nipple as I squeezed the milk from her young body. She began to rock her hips against my rock hard cock.
