Susan had pointed out the various instruments before we left and now I was able to make out that we were flying - flying! - about one thousand, five h...ndred feet above the blue Pacific. Ahead, a dark green area on the horizon became revealed as another island as each minute brought us closer.I had begun to relax, feeling secure in the craft and in Susan's ability to control it, when the world tilted again and we began to descend. This time I only grabbed the edge of the cockpit for a few. My father arranged his clothes and walked to the bathroom door, then turned to look at me. The gleeful, dark, ripe lust I'd seen in his eyes just a moment before was gone, replaced with fear and shame. "Daddy!" I pleaded. "Get dressed," he said, harshly. "Hurry up!" He slammed the door shut and I leaned back, my pussy aching and unfulfilled. Two weeks went by. Dad stopped coming home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He avoided me at home. He went to bed earlier and stayed in his study with the door. ”Jan asked. “Do you want to do something stupid, for me. What if I said I would like to watch you do something stupid?”I could feel my cock straining inside my jeans. “That depends on what you think is a stupid thing for me to do.”Jan smiled, “What if I said I would like to watch you jerk off for me. Find out if it was sexy, would that be something stupid enough for you?”I turned towards Jan, “All this talk has made me want to be very stupid.”I was so aroused that any good sense that I had was. "So, what do you think?"I smiled. Calm in the knowledge that my aunt wasn't annoyed, I had a new confidence. "I think they're great' I said 'the best pair of tits the room."I couldn't believe I had just complimented my Aunt on her tits. I had spent so much time fantasizing about them over the years and now my Aunt had actually thanked me for noticing them."That's so nice of you to say."She gave me a peck on the cheek and pulled me closer to dance. Her tits where now pressed against me as we.