One hand stayed wrapped around her breasts while the other made its way down her body to her crotch. Her legs were bent and spread. Her hand ventured ...own the neat strip of pubic hair to the slit of her pussy. She petted herself gently and her fingers rested on her clit. They slid up and down deliberately on that nub of flesh she’d shown me the night before, making fast and short circles on it. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth open in a small “O”. Her breathing quickened, and red rushed into. "Sandy will have a big supper cooked for us. This is really great that you came out to visit, Dad."Gene gently landed the aircraft, saying that it handled just like the larger Cessna and was super to fly. Again, he parked up next to the ops building and made sure the fuel truck would visit the airplane before long. We hooked the plane up to the tie downs and drove back across the runway and field to go home.Gene was saying, "I'm trying to get this area out here tilled, leveled, and planted in. It was almost like a slow, silent dance, where my body felt what she was feeling, where I could sense her emotions by the speed of her breaths, the rhythm of her heart, the tension of her muscles and the way her hand kept gripping or letting go of my sweater. No more words seemed necessary and I was grateful, because I was fully aware of her reactions to my previous attempts at talking, helping and trying to care for her. I didn’t want this moment to end in anger and disappointment, so I just. “Don’t tease me,” she panted as she sat up and planted her hands on his muscled chest. Cody helped, still cupping her bottom as she lifted and thrusted downwards, he looked up at her and was once more in awe and he gazed at her. Her eyes closed as she rode him, her mouth open as she moaned with each thrust. Such a beautiful site, he thought, Bailey’s beautiful flushed breasts swaying, her arms tightening, her nails digging into his chest. Her short brown hair hanging along her face, her thighs.