Even the incision didn't incapacitate her any more than extended labor would have, maybe less, and the doctors promised her the scar would be small an... unobtrusive.When I finally got home that night after seeing my infant son I was still revved. We'd had birth announcements printed with only the time, date and weight left blank and I studiously filled them out and put them in the handwritten envelopes Lee had done (she'd felt printed would be tacky, and my own hand was a semi-legible scrawl). I. "I'm in control. You're fine. No one can see us."Again, I visibly relax into your chest. You're very good at easing me back into the mood in this constant battle between alert and oblivious.However, my attention is completely snapped to us, this moment, and our bodies as you slip my lace panties down my thighs, letting them fall onto my feet. "I need this. I need you," I finally say, speaking up in a surprisingly steady voice. I lean back with my exposed pussy to press against you. You moan,. "Yeah, on the bike for sure."At that point, with her right hand, she pried my face from her ass and abruptly and rudely pointed toward her feet, and as I gathered myself and began to remove her flip flops from her left foot, she said, "Hold on a sec. I've got a problem with the help..."Without removing her phone from her ear or face, she looked at me and said, "Not like that, idiot. Lay on your back."Which I did, quickly, and once in place, she lifted her left foot just high enough to use my. I may get my pilot’s license.’Mike paused and punched at his phone to see the accompanying text from Amber. Up on the screen came a photograph of his girlfriend. She was naked and posed in a way to show off her sweet pussy to the camera. She was in the copilot’s seat of a corporate jet, surrounded by the dials, gauges, switches, radios, and other elements that controlled the plane. She had one hand on the yoke in front of her, a radio headset on her head, and smiled up at the camera; her other.