I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to break the spell, but in my mind’s eye I could see him devouring every detail of my exquisite sex; glisteni...g, dripping with wetness. This was so hot, so horny.Obviously, he’d done this before and continued to tease me, a finger or two gently brushing my lips with each pass, never entering; just teasing. I could already feel the beginning of a climax rising inside me. My saturated slit throbbing to the beat of my racing heart as hand after hand cupped me,. "Why Daddy, do I turn you on," she asked with a sly smile."I don't think there is a male with hot blood running through his veins that you wouldn't turn on," I answered. "But when the male is as old as I am, it can be quite stressful." You're not old," she said, rolling back onto her stomach. "You're mature. That's something I can't find in boys my age. That's why I've decided I want a mature man, just like you."Needless to say the fishing that afternoon was uneventful. But the scenery was. Both of them realized they were acting differently to each other but neither of them knew how to get back to their old status. They wanted things to be the same but they just weren't.They separated early in the afternoon and after about fifteen minutes David got lonely. He went looking for Sally and couldn't find her in the house. He went into the yard and she wasn't around. For no real reason he looked in the tool shed window.Sally was there. David was shocked. Sally was sitting on a stool. He should have been pushed back in his seat, should have been holding on for dear life to keep from falling backwards toward the rear of the cabin. Instead, he was sitting nicely in his chair as if he were on level ground. He felt as if he could even get up and walk around in the aisles if he wanted, nearly perpendicular to the ground outside. In fact, three or four people were walking around at the moment, two of them uniformed flight attendants, one a passenger returning from the.