She may decide to try cuddling with you some night – soon - to see what the fuss is all about."Tammy stroked my hair, pausing when she encountered m... scars. "Where did you get these?" she asked, lightly following the longest scar with a finger."I had an aneurysm that had to be repaired; actually twice, in the last few months. It's no fun having your head shaved. The scars haven't had time to heal, but at least my hair grew back enough to cover them."She lightly kissed my scalp and said, "Poor. Chris couldn't take it any more. She ripped the pillow from under Danny's head and hit him hard in the face with it. “You son of a bitch! (Whap!) You rotten, filthy bastard! (Thud!) I hate you! (Smack!) I'm gone for two hours, and this is what you do? (Thump!) By this time, Danny was fully awake and attempting to defend himself from the attack. “What the hell? What are you doing? What's wrong with you?” “What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? You no-good, cheating son of. Do you mind?"John quickly unbuckled his pants, then unbuttoned them. Brandy then deftly pulled his panties up and over his cock and tucked the hem under his balls before going to work on his dick, kissing the tip with her wet lips. She wetly kissed all over John's hard shaft, soaking his dick with moisture as her long, wavy hair veiled her actions to the world around her. Feeling a strand of pre-cum flow down to her lips, Brandy licked the drop that landed on her lips on, then smiled up at John. ”“Uh, they make...”“Not even close, Dad,” Deena added. “This’un’s LIVE.”Of course I couldn’t relate that little bit of detail to Dan. Officially, Deena’s my daughter, and even if it weren’t for that particular hurdle to sensitivity, she’s barely fifteen now.Forty-five minutes later we can hear the Stearman returning. They didn’t stop. The BIG difference between tail-dragger and tricycle gear is the landings and take-offs, so there’s thirty minutes of touch and go landings. Practice..