He looked at me and looked supremely sorry. “I’m sorry, Annie. Forget taking your backpack off. Release your seatbelt, put your arms through the p...ck and grab onto your backpack straps with every ounce of strength you have.” He touched my hand to a large ring. “This will release the parachute. Only pull if … you find yourself not in the plane.” He smiled weakly.My mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. I looked at the chute, then him. I released the seatbelt and did as he told me. From. Thankfully it was NOT a dream. I finally smelled bacon and knew mom was cooking out normal Saturday breakfast. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, wearing a tiny little robe and the barely covered her panty covered ass. “Good morning mom.”“Good morning bab…ROBBY! You’re naked! Go put some clothes on!”“But mom!!!”“CLOTHES! NOW!!”I started to walk back to me room to grab something to put on, when I saw my shorts from last night laying in the family room. Her arms around his neck, and his hands held her head. They broke away again, but before they could move, they joined again and kissed harder and more passionately.Their kisses were full of need and desire. No comfortable or soft or friendly kisses now, for they were passionate and needy and eager and lustful and daring and possessive and giving and so exciting.His hands slipped away from her head and swept down her neck and across her chest and he filled them with her breasts. Her breasts were. " Well, I'm as much a world traveler as any other of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children, I suppose," I said, dredging the slang phrase from somewhere. "I was in the Marine Corp. Stationed in Okinawa." I tried to say it in a way that gave the impression I didn't want to talk about it, and I must have done it right, because all I got in response was an "Oh, I see."It was too late in the day to call Darius Booker and let him know I was in town, and too early yet for dinner, but a shower felt very.