" She was raising her hips to meet my thrusts and my name came out as a little yell as I filled her completely.I loved the feel of her skin up and dow... my body, and the stockings that she still wore felt sexy when she moved on my thighs or legs, and especially when she wrapped her legs around my waist. I knew I couldn't go on for much longer at the insistent pace she was pushing as she took me deep. Her breaths were coming closer together and when she grabbed my ass and drew me in I said, "Mom. Cessna's are easy to fly, and you been working toward getting qualified as a stunt pilot. The engine revs in response as you gun it high, hoping you have enough runway to achieve takeoff speed. The girl screams as gunfire surround the plane. The window on her side gets shot out, you can hear the fuselage take a few shots, but you both make it out OK. You pull back and the Cessna leaps up into the air, leaving the sedan behind. You can hear more gunfire, but nothing connects. "That's one dead. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look: she was dressed up to be obviously sexy. Her long blonde hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her ample cleavage and the hint of a white lace bra. Her skirt was one of her favorite short flowing skirts that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing some expensive looking white high heeled shoes.I realized. ‘I shouldn’t have come to talk to you while you’re at work. I’m sorry.’ Chris backed away, then made his way through the library. Emma watched him go, confused, insulted, hurt. She was single. Yet again. She went back to putting the books back on the shelf. Family planning books, of all things. Not that she wanted children, but she did want to settle down. Thirty was only a few years away, and she dreaded still being single then. ‘Emma Enderby. A word in my office, please?’ Sue, the head.