’ ‘Dawn …’ ‘And so, now the box is yours, too. But … if you really want to give me a gift, could I request one? It’s all I really want. ...lease, sir?’ I drew away from her enough to see her face, and I gazed at her with my sternest countenance. ‘This conversation is NOT over. We will discuss this when I get back from my trip. I am NOT going to have you dictate some sort of hierarchical order in MY household and …’ She smiled up at me, then she lowered her face to my chest and hugged me fiercely.. This time our eyes met and held our gaze as we French kissed for well over a minute. My hips never stopped their movements although they were not nearly as hard. As I drove my shaft into her to the base she gasped into my mouth, "Oh fuck," yet didn't stop kissing me.Finally she released me and I rose up onto my outstretched arms, looking down into her eyes as I pounded harder and faster into her drenched pussy. Mom's eyes were either looking right back at me or were watching my cock. The newly-dubbed Mockingbird gazed at his reflection in themirror, unable to believe this was what had become of him.He was dressed in an altered version of one of Harley's outfits; a two-tone bodysuit designed to resemble a jester. The outfit was partially redjust like Harley's, but what was black on her outfit was green onMockingbird's, making it resemble some sort of clown-themed parody of hisown outfit. He cringed as he pulled the hood up, hiding his short darkhair as the long horns dangled. The jet stream was slipping south and lower, but there were no reported shears in it and it wasn't that fast. I did all of the co-pilot stuff and John did all of top guy flying. We both had switches to flip, knobs to turn, and buttons to push.Awesome aromas began drifting into the cockpit fifteen minutes after takeoff. John said, "It's a good thing that the door is closed or we'd be going to raid that lunch."I told him, "You know this is the first flight with hostesses that I've been on where.