Her breath alternated with a subtle squeal and panting. Jane clutched the sheets with both fists while her knuckles turned white. Her legs were writhi...g beneath me. Her orgasm was upon us. The pure sex of the moment enveloped us. My tongue never left her folds as she orgasmed against my face. "Roll over, Jane," I said confidently directing her limp body to her second orgasm. She rolled over and flipped the hair from her face. I sensed pure bliss in her expression. She instinctively knew what. Some people would have called what she was doing cheating, but not me. Hell, she was my mother — not some cheating whore. I knew this because a buddy of mine had come across a copy of Gallery magazine and we had looked at the pictures of the naked women and wondered if that was what Becky Thomas looked like out of her clothes. I had taken the magazine home with me and I had read the letters in the Feedback section from men who loved for their wives to fuck other men. That's all my mom was. "Are you nuts?" I thought at her. She was supposed to be helping the victims get away, not becoming one herself."They are down the bank and in the bushes where you said to hide them," she answered, wiggling her hips sexily. "I even had time to take them their clothes and pick up the knife. You got him to drop it, you remember? So he's disarmed, except for the weapon that nature gave him. And I'm tired of you getting all the perks in this job." OK, but remember, you asked for it. This one is a. To fetch it?”“Yup, not that I would ... but yes. I can even arrange for a transport flight. It’s not cheap ... takes a test pilot to fly an uncertified aircraft ... and a boat load of insurance.“Let me get back to my figuring.”He figured. And figured. And figured some more.Janie, the desk jockey, said, “Four thousand six hundred fifty dollars ... plus fuel”That got her a sour look from Ted.“What do we get for our money?”Ted said, “To get a Private Pilots License? The requirements to obtain a.