It was something his father had wanted him to remember, needed him to remember. Burnett’s old man had flown fighters for the Navy in the Second Worl... War and had gone on to fly for American before a heart attack nailed him in his early fifties, and yet to his last day Burnett’s father had lived and breathed flying. Flying not simply as a passion, not simply a metaphor, but rather – it had been a calling. He’d trained more than his fair share of pilots – mainly ‘Jet-Jocks’ transitioning from the. In doing so, her sundress rose high in the air and for a split second I saw her yellow panties, matching the color of her dress. Placing her barefoot on the ground she turned and poured herself a cup of coffee. Allowing me time to adjust my growing cock held tight by my underwear. Pointing to the window and the rain pattering against the glass, my mom said, “no farm work today darling, not in this storm!” “David, darlin come her please” mom called out. 7pm is what the clock said as David. Linda stayed home with the kids,” I explained as I hung my coat up, hearing the sound of running feet rapidly approaching.“Uncle Dick!” My youngest nephew Timmy called out as he launched himself at me from the hallway, jumping up and wrapping his arms around my waist.“Hey, Timmy,” I greeted him with a laugh, clapping him on the back as he hugged me tight. “How’s it going?”“Did Aunt Linda come with you? Are Bobby and Lydia here too?” The young boy asked with the demanding nature only an 8 year. "Pansy, as youknow, I'm expecting guests so make sure all is in order and then go kneel inyour punishment corner. I haven't forgotten your wandering eyes nor your sissydrip. You are so lucky my pumps weren't suede."Millicent then gavethe tip of his puffy berry a sharp flick with one manicured nail and orderedhim downstairs.?"Once Pansy hadmeekly minced away Millicent parted her legs and touched herself.? Her panties were moist but she was certainlynot thinking of Pansy.? No, it wasthoughts of.