" Flight Lead, Bravo. Confirm. Order delta." Angel Flight Charlie, Flight lead. Stan, take northern intercept. Ops order delta. I say, put 'em down ha...d." Flight Lead, Charlie. Confirm order delta, bust 'em and dust 'em." Angel Flight, Lead. Lead will take eastern intercept. Make status reports to Guardian, as per usual. Stay cloaked, guys. Assume the hostiles carry hot loads. Don't get tagged." Angel Flight all units, Guardian. Be advised we have ident on bandit aircraft. We have eighteen. Her nipples were pink and thrusting hard, her breasts jiggling.“Wonderful,” she said. “I'm so happy.” She slipped out of her blouse and carefully folded it and set it on a small shelf. Her hips wiggled as she unzipped her skirt. She peeled out of it, sliding it over her thigh-high stockings.“No bra or panties,” my wife murmured. “That's naughty.”“I thought you'd like that,” I said as Imogene folded her skirt. She had such a bright smile on her lips. She licked them, wetted them, and purred as. I suddenly remembered a turnoff a mile or two ahead, it went down to a flat field by the river. Usually there was no one around, it was used mostly by fishermen in the Fall.I took it, pulled in under some trees and shut off the engine. "Hop in the back!" I told Sharon. She turned and scooted up and over the seat. "Give us a show!" I asked her.Sharon grinned, and lifted her titties and played with them, then she lay back and spread her legs, letting us look.It was too much for Carl, he opened. She has lived alone since dad died 10 years ago. Last year I suggested she come live at my place. I am single and have plenty of room. She agreed and I hired movers to move her in. Everything she had only took up two bedrooms. She insisted she would help around the house. I did have a cleaner come in once a week but I let her do what she wanted.As I said my mother was quite attractive. Her legs were firm and shapely, moving up to her nice round and perhaps fat ass. Her waist was a little thick.