It happened then.I shuddered and gasped out Daniel's name as I erupted into the long awaited orgasm. In my heady, sex-brain state, I couldn't make out...the words Daniel and the cab driver exchanged with each other. Nor could I make out the words Daniel spoke into the phone he somehow had pressed against his ear while his hands stroked my hair and heated skin. I shifted in my seat, and moaned as the leather brushed against my overly sensitised pussy. Daniel opened the door and helped me out of. He did this for quite a while and I could see that he had a hard on under his white overalls. I had not realised when I sat down but I had not got any knickers on, they were in the machine! Bob soon had the door of the machine open and proceeded to take out my lingerie. Bradley was a little embarrassed but Bob took it in his stride and even flirted with me. Bob was busy striping the machine down and again Bradley kept looking at me and then going red faced. The penny then dropped, he could see. "Ow, what the heck just bit my butt? Golly Ken that really hurts! Would you look at it? Geez it stings!"Ken looked around. He saw no one looking at them other than Raphael who had moved to the front of Barbara. So Ken got close and lifted the back of her skirt. It wasn't enough. Her slip was in the way so he had to lift that as well. A nice panty of white underwear was next. Finally he saw his wife's wonderful delicate white fanny flesh dancing in front of his face."Ken, you goof, stop stalling. " See?!?" Dana squealed. "I'm not the only one!" And I'm not complaining a bit," I laughed.We got about five hundred feet off the ground and Cindy instructed me to put my feet on the pedals – "That's your rudder" and take the yoke – "That controls roll and the relationship of the nose of the airplane to the horizon." Not up and down?" I asked."Horsepower makes you go up and down. For a given speed, less horsepower, you go down. More horsepower, same speed, you go up. We're at full throttle and.