But that brief moment of guilt was quickly and utterly replaced with a stirring lust. He smiled and headed down the stairs naked. He found his sister ...till tied to the chair, her head slumped to one side in what was no doubt an extremely uncomfortable position. He could see the curves of her body through the tightness of her outfit.He knelt down in front of her and placed his hand on his sister's knee. She didn't stir. He smiled lifted up her skirt, getting an eye full of her sweet pussy. It. My cock had grown past the half-way point. I was so engrossed watching the video I didn’t hear a nearby door open and close. Suddenly a quiet cough brought me back to reality. Standing there was an older woman, maybe late-60s, wearing a nightshirt and socks. I must have looked a site, breathing hard with beads of sweat on my brow and my right hand moving under the tabletop. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you’ she began. ‘I arrived just this evening from England to visit my b*****r and can’t sl**p. "I had my left arm across the top of the cushion and she slid under it and fitted her body to mine, her warmth pressing against my chest as we worked on the margaritas. She trailed the fingers of her left hand along my thigh. I responded by lightly stroking the skin between her ear and shoulder with my free hand."Are you sure you want to do this?" I inquired, not wanting to discourage her but deadly afraid I might be reading her wrong. "What happens if your parents walk in?" Don't worry. Daddy. Commercial pilots (and their autopilots) are trained to fly with a soft hand, to make gentle corrections — so as not to scare the everlovin’ do-do out of little old ladies knitting back in coach. To put things in perspective, André did not care about these little old ladies. André liked to fly. He lived to fly. If he ever had an opportunity to do barrel rolls in a 747 he surely would have — with a shit-eating grin on his face, too. I might have called André a man’s man, or a pilot’s pilot, but.