"What's the problem?" It was engaged and doing fine until a few minutes ago," the pilotexplained. "Then suddenly, it shut itself off. I'm trying to re...engageit... there!"The plane seemed to reset itself in trim, and the rough ride we had beenexperiencing smoothed out."I still can't raise anyone on the radio," the copilot called out."It's okay," the pilot responded. "The autopilot is back on... what'sthis?" What's what?" I demanded.The pilot was obviously puzzled, looking at the LED displays. Her mother asked if they could putoff making the candy until next Saturday. She told her that it was okayand that she was going to do some Christmas shopping. She told her shehad no idea what to get Roger, her husband, for Christmas.She was returning home to get her charge card out of her jewelry boxwhere she kept it. She parked in the driveway and entered quietlythrough the front door. She got to the bedroom door and couldn'tbelieve what she saw.There was Roger standing in front of the dresser. Linda had no idea what kind of hunger she had unleashed, for Audrey was on her before she could even think, strong white hand pried apart her ass cheeks, and the muscular pink probe of her lover’s tongue began to reverently lick and probe the black ass of her conqueror.“Oh, you dirty white girl, what you doing to mama’s ass?” This is something Linda had never done, never even thought about. She would never even think to do it to one of her lovers.Audrey kissed the great black cheeks of her. It was more or less her masturbating herself with my fingers, but it seemed to work. The smell of her on my fingers was wonderful too – I didn’t wash that hand that evening.After we both calmed down a bit she told me I ought to go. Remember, not a word. If I hear you’ve said anything, you’ll never have this again, but if you keep quiet, your visit here will be the best nights of the week. Or words to that effect. She also said that as my teacher, she would be delighted to show me how to do.