Like my father’s farm, the cottage lay in the western lee of the Pennine Hills. In spring and summer, the hillsides were green with the young grass ...nd bracken, which turned to burnished gold in the light of the late autumn sun. The open fields dotted with the white specks of the sheep which were allowed to roam free until the first winter snow. The cottage was separated from the road by an ancient stone wall of local grey limestone covered in colourful patches of lichen and with ferns growing. I know it’s wrong, I’m violating her; but I cannot turn my eyes away from this goddess of light and ecstasy. But no, I see the subtle smile at the corners of her lips and the almost imperceptible reflection of candlelight her blue eyes. She knows. She likes me watching… My greedy eyes follow her hands as they caress and knead and explore all of the warm and soft places that bring her pleasure. One hand deftly slides over the gentle swell of her breasts, as her practiced fingers stroke and. As i leant over my eyes began to adjust and i got a shock.Lying in the bed was not the next door milf but her daughter dressed in her school uniform.I expressed my shock and was about to get back out of the bed when she told me to stay there.I asked what was going on and she just said,'I know what you and my mother have been up to.What would my dad say'.'Nothing if he doesn't know'.'Well he won't know,if i don't tell him.But that depends on you'.I realise i had been set up and that the daughter. Swapping from the old Bell four-seater to a Black Hawk medium transport had been like upgrading from a Holden station-wagon to a Porsche. More bells and whistles and faster but the basic operation as far as he was concerned was the same. He still had to attend the nine months of training but as long as he was flying, it wasn’t so bad.Gazza was one hundred and sixty-eight centimetres tall. He had buzz-cut brunette hair, blue eyes, a sharp wit and a winning smile that he used to his advantage on.