A bit of apprehension.“Don’t fret,” he said. “She’s not gonna do anything on this flight. And I have two certified ‘chutes in the plane.�...“Uh, don’t leave ‘em here...”“Or, you could get in that thing, fly over to Greg Bertrand’s place and let Hanna give her some fundamental stuff. Cindy did. I did. Won’t hurt. Makes you a better pilot.”“Now that’s a thought...”“Call it ‘recovery from unusual attitudes’ and you get the picture ... And Greg or Hanna either one would LOVE to get their hands on that. I had just join the college and I become friend with Manish. We were of same age around 18 years. I used to visit his place and study together. Manish is the lone son. His father is in merchant navy and most of the time stays outside. His mother, Sarita aunty around 42 years looks after him.Sarita aunty was a kind lady. She is beautiful woman, light complex, around 5 ft. 4in. tall. Since I am a regular visitor so I had a key (additional) to the back so that I can come to their house. Time went. The grandparents were knowledgeable about them due to my telling of them but this was live. Both my grandparents were in awe of Karen. They both remarked about her beauty and self-confidence. Karen just looked at me and said, "It's all Brad's fault. I think we bring out the best in each other and that's how it should be." Karen told the grandparent rated version of our honeymoon and about our new home with pictures from Karen's phone. It was a joyful time and we gave and got many hugs and. As my father made love to me he kissed me, told me that he loved me, and made me feel like a real woman. Soon I felt my orgasm coming on. It started out small, somewhere in the pit of my stomach, and built up into a crescendo until I wrapped my arms around my father’s back, wrapped my legs around his butt, and whispered back at him that I loved him too. For a moment he was silent then he asked me how long I had been awake. I told him that the drug had started working a week ago but that this.