When I am done talking to the tower, I get back to talking with Sylvie, “I guess we aren’t going to break with tradition after all.”“What do y...u mean?”I give an evil laugh, “It is tradition, that the first time somebody is in a trainer for a fighter, the instructor shows what the plane can do and tries to make the student throw up.”“DON’T YOU DARE”I am seriously laughing. “This one is scarier than a typical first time because you don’t understand what is going on, but it is harmless, and you. "Daddy, I don't know what to say!" She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. "How about we take her for a spin?" I said. Monica and I drove around, taking in the scenery. I decided to let her drive. It was, after all, her car and I wanted her to have her first taste of adult freedom. Her second would come later. "Sweetheart, I hope you like your present," I said. "But I've got an even bigger one waiting for you." "Oh?" she asked. "And what would that be?" "A decision,". The first time you see her in a black bar being passed from one guy to another as they dance slowly with her, running their hands all over her on the dance floor and every guy in the place knowing your wife's a whore for black cock ... The first time you see your wife enter a room full of black guys because she's being whored out by a special black guy who really knows how to please her ... The first time you watch her get fucked all night long, guys cumming in her and all over her ... The. Before getting fully dressed I would tease myself. Not brining myself completely to orgasm, just to the edge. The thought of being with him later would keep me there all morning long. I would carefully pick out my clothes. Along with my sexiest sleeveless, low cut, sweater I would wear a red bra and matching thong. Of course, I would have on a conservative blue skirt and blazer with nude colored thigh highs and heels. My pussy would throb at the thought of how I looked without the suit I wore..