I had just seen a show about this kind of plane on TV. I carried the model kit to the check out with Mom by my side. There was an older woman working...the cash register."Is this for you" She looked at me.I just nodded"It's all right dear, I used to be a tomboy too. Today it's fine for girls to wear pants and build airplane kits. Fly real ones, too. My daughter is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. She could be a beauty queen. Well, she is in the Air Force. Flies a tanker plane. . I could feel the juices running out of my drenched pussy, bathing my fingers and soaking my panties.My breathing became rather ragged as images flashed through my mind...Ricky holding his penis...the stream flowing out the end, Ricky stroking his penis while watching the horny movie, how big and hard it got while he stroked it, his penis tensing and then shooting the spurts into the air on his bed, his eyes boring through my nightie when we passed in the bathroom.My fingers left my lips and. It was also one of the things that led to me becoming a surrogate mother." Then she slowly started to talk like a normal, reasonably happy person for the first time that day. "I love having a baby growing inside me. And my body's good at it. Bill was attracted to pregnant women too. But four kids was a big enough family for both of us and he'd gotten fixed. So when I met another woman online that sold breast milk and had been a surrogate mother, we got to be friends, and she. She glanced around and noticed that the same two guys were following about 30 feet behind us. Ginger told us to turn around and walk back towards them, so we did. The guys were fixed on the girls and when we got close, Ginger pulled the sides of her halter top into her cleavage, walked up to the guys and told them that she wasn’t going to let her sister have all the fun. Then she covered herself back up and we walked on passed them. I asked her how it felt and she giggled and told Pepper.