.. The look in his eyes... If that dumb waitress hadn’t shown up... “Michelle,” Daddy said, his voice rumbling through my thoughts.“Yes, Daddy...” I asked, staring up at him.“We’re, uh, at your door,” he said, his voice soft.I blinked and stared at the door before us. I blushed at it. I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. I opened it, my bed waiting. What if Daddy was to come in with me? My body ached to tell him that. I felt so warm right now. So bubbly.I turned around to face Daddy. “Thank you. ..please..please don't stop..." she pleaded.Tom held onto his mother's shoulders and began thrusting in and out of her- faster and faster. Their eyes were still locked on each other's and they could feel each other breathing. As great as this felt for him, he wanted to please her even more. His mother's pleasure was all he cared about as they made love to each other for the very first time.Then after a long period of having i****tuous sex with each other, Lauren's body hinted at it's tell tale. I bid my girlfriends goodbye and stepped outside the bar into the warm night. I knew I shouldn't be driving, so I stood by my car, smoking a cigarette, debating on whether to call a cab. When in the distance I could see someone walking my way. It was an old friend of mine and his buddy. Well, he used to be a fuck buddy to be honest. And his buddy was someone who was hot as hell. Soo, Russell asked how I had been and I said ok. He introduced me to Tommy. We chit chatted for a few and. All that sort of makes sense. Except for the fact that OUR local office will be located at the airfield, the mode is much like the Alabama operation.So what happens next? Somebody brings in an old biplane. Then somebody comes and takes the old biplane away.And Dan Richards and I are talking and the idea comes up to have a crawfish boil. “You know, a social. Get you and yours and Dave and his and Dan 3.0 and his, and whoever else. Buy crawfish. Boil ‘em. Have fun. Cindy and I’ll be there. And my.