Nonetheless, Carol gave us the note we needed to tune to and then tapped out the tempo with her bow. We were a little ragged coming in and she stopped... “If I have the tempo, you have to follow me,” she said. “Let’s take it again.” She waved her bow and we actually all made the entrance. We ran straight through and stopped. I think we were all breathing kind of hard.“I think we let the tempo creep up on us,” Cindy said. “I’m out of breath.”“Yeah. It was like a race to the finish,” Rhonda said.. As my mother bent over her full bare ass came into view. I could even see her pussy hair between her legs. I just stared at her lovely ass as my cock grew.“Damn woman, your ass is hot and making me hungry,” my father said.At least we agreed on that I thought. I removed my eyes from her ass. I didn’t want my father to know I had seen her ass. I thought I would be in trouble.“Kenny, not in front of the boy,” my mother said smiling at him.My father looked at me and I hung my head. I saw him. "Our plane blew up ... I know everyone was killed, but here we are. So ... yes, we're dead ... at home. Here, where ever here is, we're flying planes in perfect condition, that never need fuel ... and everything works." Ah, Flight 19 here. I just noticed something really weird. When we were doing our preflight today ... whenever that was ... none of our aircraft had clocks. I have a clock now. Hey! You TBM's. You got clocks?"One after another, with simple variations on the theme, the reports. By the time class ended, I was hard as a rock and could hardly bear the excitement. I practically ran to trig and Bernie. By some weird stroke of fate, I got a Reasonable Request in the hallway. I hadn't had a request since the first week, people mostly stopped making them once the novelty and the sense of naughtiness wore off. The request came from a girl who wanted to stroke my cock. Thank God it wasn't a guy, or I would have been toast. As it was, I was practically dying by the time she.