He eventually found the confidence to move his hand into her inner thigh before slowly making his way to her pussy. As his fingers found her spot she ...ust melted back onto the sofa while he gently began stroking her clit. I then suggested we take this to the bedroom. Debbie now trying to be more drunk than she really was did not resist as he helped her up off the sofa. We made our way upstairs with my cock as hard as steel knowing they were about to use our marital bed to fuck in. I helped him. I don’t know what other instructor pilots are like ... but Junior was great. But ... I didn’t know she was teaching ... if I had ... I probably would have been nervous.We flew for a long time. Long enough to need fuel. Junior got on the ‘horn’ “Wiarton Keppel, Wiarton Keppel, Wiarton Keppel. British marked F 798, F 798. Grumman Goose. Princessapalia registered. Need fuel and potty ... and maybe lunch.”“Wiarton, F 798, Is that you, Junior?”“Nobody else is supposed to be flying my plane ... of. “After you, Cano,” I replied and watched Lynette saunter out of the kitchen in her skimpy bikini towards the master bedroom.“Smart boy,” Mrs. R offered and nodded towards Lynette and her nearly bare bottom as she made her way towards the master bedroom. “Following behind ... to view her behind,” she lightly chuckled as I looked back at her grinning face.I tapped my forehead and winked at Lynette’s mom. When I turned back to follow Lynette, I nearly fell over the reclining chair, which caused. My free hand roamed over her as far as I could easily reach, caressing her back, her side, her derrière, her thigh. She shivered under my touch, but it wasn't the fear-induced trembling of earlier. I found her breast, a handful for me, and delighted in the feel of it. Playing with the areola, I felt the shy nipple responding. Pleased with myself, I pinched it lightly and drew a gasp."That's better," I said. "Do you like this?" What are you doing to me... ?" I am making love to you, as I've.