The tingles of pleasure had me gasping. I pictured Mike taking my breasts into his hands and running his thumbs across my nibs. My mental image had me...moaning and my juices going from damp to running in short order. That empty feeling down there that needed to be filled started to grow and I was regretting having left my vibrator at home. I brought one hand down from my tits to my mound, sliding one finger across my lips. I swear I jerked at my own touch. I sucked in a deep breath as jolts of. "Well, flying isn't what it used to be," Walt observed. "It used to be something special. Young men signed up for the freedom and the glory and the respect. Being a pilot was a rare skill that people looked up to and respected. They came from miles away to see a man and a machine that could fly."Nowadays, pilots sit in the cockpit and watch a computer run the show. Other than training simulations, it's been years since anyone had to take over the controls. We're less than bus drivers. I think. “Spank her, honey,” Mom said, “Punish her for coming home so late,” Mom said, and she smiled, looking at me because she knew that I was going to enjoy this punishment. “Yes she needs to be punished,” Dad said and he spanked me hard. Dad kept spanking me till my ass turned red. His cock was hitting the end of my pussy and I was screaming, asking him to fuck me deeper and harder. “Now fuck Mom, I think she wants your cock too. She is very wet,” I said. Dad spanked me one last time and he pulled. Later, we keep on exchanging MSGs and i got to know that their marriage was love marriage, now we also exchange adult msgs and sometime talk about sex and sexual activities through SMS, when we come face to face we always behave and talk formally.Ravi and I were good friend as earlier, one day while sitting in a bar he told me that he has nominated himself for 3 days refresher training at Delhi next week.Next Saturday evening I dropped him at sanganer airport for his flight and rushed to my.