“More like torture, not therapy!” she groused.“Poor baby who will get full use of her arm back after they had to put it together like a 1,000 pi...ce jigsaw puzzle.”“Fuck you!” she laughed.“Soon! Three weeks, right?”“I have an appointment with a doctor on the 8th,” she said. “The day after our trip to Wisconsin.”“What’s your plan?” I asked,“Just to make love, slow and sweet. I have no idea how it’s going to be.”“Other than hot and passionate?” I grinned.“Well, yeah, other than that!” she smiled.. I got a bit turned on as i thought about what he could want or need.ME="come in." Dad walked in and walked up to my bedDAD="hey son look.....I...about earlier. I'm sorry i just couldn't resist or help myself. Your uncle and i had been talking about you for a while and it just.." I cut him offME="did you enjoy it?"DAD="wh..what?"ME="did you enjoy touching your boy?" I smirked a bitDAD="well...well ya. Look I'm sorry if it hurt you or.." I cut him off againME="did he enjoy it to?"DAD="who your. Then I wasn’t looking from thecorner of my eyes anymore, I was turned and staring directly, because daddy hadlifted Yasmine’s loose T Shirt right up and revealed her breasts in all theirnaked glory, and they were mouthwateringly beautiful!Although we’d been friends a number of years, I’d never seen her naked or evenpartially naked, and I was surprised at the hotness that was rising in me as Istared at her breasts and at Daddy fondling them.They were firm and high, withdelicious large red. “I trust you, David, but we are flying pretty high up for a jet, aren’t we?” dad asked.After making some adjustments to the throttle and flight angle, I said, “For a run-of-the-mill jet, yes. As you already know, this isn’t a run-of-the-mill jet. I guess a better description would be to call it a spaceplane. Others exist that make this one look slow and outdated, but those will not go unnoticed, and thus raise questions that aren’t questions we need people asking. I should have asked you if you.