I resolved to fill in the gaps in my education.I recalled a scene from one of the Fifty Shades of Grey books when Christian Grey flew Anastasia Steele...to a night out in his jet helicopter. That activity had a nice feel to it, and somehow fit the image I had of myself when I let my ego engage. I wondered how long it would take me to learn to fly like my pilots. John had over 24,000 hours of flying experience in every type of aircraft except the Space Shuttle, and even then he’d flown the. "Ahhh shit," she yelled and grunted, mewing with every pant.I needed to watch her fingers rotating around her clit, it was calling me! Her breathing was snatched and ragged, groaning obscenely as her left hand squeezed her tits and she ground her hips into the soft mattress. My mind almost didn't comprehend what sums I was supposed to be doing; my focus was on the debauchery in front of my eyes.She squealed, her legs spread lewdly as she revelled in the decadence of the moment. I could not. He shook his head, went out of my ass and went back in, spreading my ass for his enjoyment. I screamed in the duct tape, buried my head in the pillow, anything I could to keep from losing my mind. He spread my cheeks, using his finger to rub my wetness, lubing my ass up.“I got big plans for this.” He said before going back to licking my asshole. The more he rubbed, the more he licked my asshole, the closer I got to a second orgasm. I came hard and loudly. I erupted in his mouth and on his. At home she showered and lay on the couch dozing off for a while, this time she didn't dream. When she woke up she was calm and felt relaxed so she sat down and planned dinner for tonight as she finished the washing and drying. Emily finished her reading, did some vacuuming, and other chores around the house waiting for Kurt to get home from the golf course. Sarah and Mabel had to get in the pool several times as it was hot lying in the sun. They put lotion on each other's back and talked..