Kneeling in front of me, she took a comb to my pussy hair. "This is lovely and soft," she observed. "It smells good, too."I giggled nervously. "I sham...ooed it, and used conditioner on it," I admitted."What a good idea! I'll have to try that someday."That, I decided, was getting a little too close to her sex life for me. "What time is it?" Plenty of time," mom insisted. "You want to make him wait for you anyway. It heightens expectations."I decided I'd never be any good at this mating dance. I'd prefer to make a fueling stop near the Virginia-Tennessee line, but at cruising speed and altitude, it should make it within the safety margin to Fairhope. I want to fly down in her. I don't mind refueling and taking the extra time, but I don't think Grandfather would. It's a lot larger plane than I need most of the time. She can carry eleven, including the pilot and copilot. I feel safer in a larger plane, especially if the weather's bad or I'm going over water to the Vineyard or. I thought I would just slide down the wall and take a moment to recover but she wouldn’t let me. She wrapped her arms around my legs and pressed her face against my dick, balls, and pubes. She was inhaling deeply as if smelling fresh cut flowers. My lord, I wa starting to get hard again!I reached down and lifted her to her feet. She leaned back, looked down and started to laugh. Somehow through all of this, that little fucking bow was still attached to my shirt! She removed it, stepped to the. "Oh, why does it keep doing that?" Maybe it's confused, being attached to a girl's body and getting touchedall the time by girl's hands," said Chuck, amused. "Or maybe it's like whenit first went through puberty with me, and everything got it hard. Or maybeyou really want to do me." "How do I make this go away?" Valerie asked, as she felt her lacy pantiesbegin to rip from the strain. Finally, she just tore the panties offaltogether in frustration. Chuck wanted to laugh some more at her.