.” I continued.“I know, baby,” he answered. “Don’t for a minute think it’s not a big effort. Wally, you, me, and we need co-pilots. Probab...y need Wally to fly back with whoever’s bringing Lenya back. That means a couple of taildragger pilots in each of the 185’s.”“Big deal,” I said, “is geography. Twelve hundred miles, straight line. A hundred forty knots cruise on a 185. Eight and a half hours at cruise. Add another hour for climb, landing, refuel...”“I’d hate to do that in one day...”“You and. You must confess. You are Satan posing as a dream cop. I have heard about how you report these terrorist dreams to the FBI.’ I was eighteen and thought I was sophisticated but I couldn’t handle her. It was not like I had been writing a diary for a million years. How could I be eighteen? I must be twenty-five. I was born in 1965. It is is now 1992, and in October I will be 26. I started counting backward in my dream. When I hit the ground my breasts flopped out of my tee shirt. I felt as if I. Next day, mom sent away my dad, and as expected, he came 5 min later. Mom opened the door and after the usual formalities, Mom served him coffee. She wore a chiffon saree, navel exposed, and her designer blouse clinging on to her like a second skin.Her top of boobs was exposed. My naughty mom was not wearing a bra, making her boobs jiggle. The pallu was a sham and it kept falling as uncle kept staring. I took out my cock and jacked off as I watched from my usual hiding place.Uncle enquired. Aur us k hont suck kerne laga.aur dono hathon se us k boobs dabane laga.phir us ne kaha k apna lund pakarwao.mene foran apni pant utari aur apna lund us k hath me de dia.wo mere lund ko sehlane lagi.phir muh me le ker chusne lagi.uffff kitna maza araha tha.phir mene us se kaha k ek minute ruko apni kameez utaro us ne apni kammez aur bra utar di aur phir mera lund chosne lagi.me us k boobs daba raha tha.mene apni shirt utar di aur us se us ki shlwar utarne ko kaha us ne jhatse apni shalwar utar.