." My first reaction was to just so no thanks. "Is there something else you'd like?" Again, my mind racing. "Would you give me a handjob? " Seemed lik... an intelligent thing to say. Without hesitation she began walking to my truck and hopped into the passenger seat. I stepped into the driver seat and maneuvered onto the street and unsure where to have her fondle me in private. Being late on a Friday I swung into an underground parkade. As drove into the car park, she to the index finger of her. Next thing I know she’s walking out of her husbands office right towards me. Instead of saying anything to me she walks right on by, but throws a small piece of paper on my desk. I didn’t open it immediately but curiosity soon got the better of me. It simply said, “Basement storage, five minutes.” I immediately got a hard on thinking this was finally my chance to fuck her. I basically ran downstairs. Right when I walked through the door she was on me. She had her tongue in my mouth and her. "Sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to assume I could just take over. Do you want to fly it?" No, Son, you're curious, go ahead. I'll watch to make sure you do it right."Gene laughed and said, "I feel like I'm twelve again. We sure did have a lot of fun flying just about every small aircraft made back then. This is a slick plane. It's wild what they are doing with this Light Sport designation."After Gene had read through the takeoff procedures and associated information, we started up and let it warm. A. In my case, as I admired Mandy’s gaping, well fucked pussy, I could still see cum oozing from it, forming a little puddle on the mat. The sexual tension in the air had certainly ebbed since our last round of orgasms, but it certainly hadn’t disappeared. Finally Mark piped up “I can’t believe how kinky you guys are!”. I was surprised to hear that as I had thought them the kinky ones. “What do you mean?” I asked. Mark and Mandy looked at each other and said that they had never seen anyone.