” (Auth. Note: “Spam can” is a derisive term for any of the mass-produced aluminum-constructed general aviation planes from Beech, Piper and Ces...na. The Stearman is NOT a Spam can.)“C’mon,” I said. “You get the left seat.”“Oh, no, man,” he protested. “I’m a tricycle guy.”“Matt’s signed off now. He can fix that for you.”“Why’d I do a thing like that? Haley’s already a legend in that Stearman. Evening news and all.” He surveyed the cockpit after we got in. “This thing’s roomy, though. Colleen. “Are you wearing panties?” Phyllis asked and Vanessa nodded. “Well take them off. You won’t need them.” Vanessa stood, put her hands under her dress and pulled down her panties. Seeing this made Phyllis want to see more…”Let me see you,” she said and Vanessa lifted her dress, showing little curls and the cleavage of her cunt lips. “Come over here,” said Phyllis and she did. Phyllis put her hands on Vanessa’s belly and petted her curls, playing with her cunt lips. Vanessa spread her legs. One day Pat presented me with the coolest looking flannel shorts, she had made them for me, she asked me to try them on, so I did, no underwear underneath, they were so soft, little did I know that she had plans.One night Pat summoned me to the bedroom and told me to go stand in the corner, I didn't argue. She calmly scolded me for my misdeeds for the week and announced that I was going to get a spanking, my face turned red, I could feel it flush, but I had an erection. She then told me to go. She hugged me and kissed over my Chins. She was in her tees and shorts. I asked her that everything you want to complete in the hall itself and she laughs!!. I lifted her to the bedroom, she loves it. I hugged her more tightly and we both fell down onto the bed. Now I am lying over her and I kissed her foreheads and lips.. after few minutes I sat on the side and my feets are touching the ground, I made her to sat over my lap and now I feel more comfortable for my work out. I smooch my face over.