Your tongue finds mine and lightly rubs it. Your hands run up my legs, to my arms and finally to my back, pulling me closer to you. Moans of pleasure...start to drift from between your lips as my hand begins to slowly slide up your legs and beneath your skirt. You begin to dig your nails into my back as you slowly open your legs, allowing me to gain more access to already wet pussy. I start to rub your clit through your silk panties. As I am rubbing, the moans become more and more and you. "Cindy grinned. We taxied up near the fuel pumps.I met Wally, found out that he's a flight instructor, agricultural aviation pilot, a licensed mechanic AND the very protective owner of that big ol' yellow plane."How'd you do on fuel?" he asked Cindy after they filled the plane up."We're a gallon lighter than I thought. Close enough. Had forty-five minutes reserve, just in case." You did good, young padawan," Wally said. He turned to me. "You a pilot, too?" Nope. First time in a light plane," I. I turned my head to look at the arrival and I noticed that she was staring at us. The girl - who had been intensely focused on her task - also snapped back to reality, turned her head, and let my cock escape her mouth (it was left swaying from side to side in front of her face in a rather obscene way - the woman surely saw it clearly...).The stranger turned and hastily began to walk away with her dog, muttering something like "...sorry... ...keep doing whatever you...". The young girl in front. Peyton had a great time despite the other three women being on handicaps in the high twenties. She saw birds and small wild animals she’d never seen before and rather than ride in motorized carts the women pulled trolleys loaded with their clubs, additional clothing, drinks and food. Peyton selected a half set of hire clubs and carried the bag over her shoulder. The three women all spoke in slightly different accents but they were jolly and fun to play with, talking about such things as the.