He slipped his hands around her tiny waist and slowly brought them up to hold her generous jiggling tits. As his fingers found her hard nipples she mo...ned, "Oh please, sir, not now. I can't think when you do things like that."Tom whispered in her ear, "Have you taken her to your bed?" He felt her stiffen in his arms, but his hands kneading her firm breasts while his fingers rolled her hard nipples eased the tension back out of her. "What has that got to do with Willard?"Tom squeezed her nipples. He never brought up the subject of my earlier job offer, and neither did I.When I called him to say I'd be flying to Oklahoma, he sounded upset that I was rescheduling him. I was a little abrupt with him, telling him that I had something more important that I needed to take care of. I didn't get into what that more important something could be.The flight to Oklahoma and back was pretty routine. Mrs. Pipkin had driven her daughters out to the airfield. She and I had a nice conversation while I. .fuck yeahhhhhhhh!!!” She voices her last coherent thought, as the line between perception and imagination blurs in the eye of her mind. ‘Is this real, or is it just a dream? What is that fragrance?’ Her rational mind is still fighting a losing battle for control of logic. She can almost swear she feels someone else sucking her tits, and caressing her body intimately….perhaps more intimately than Eddie is capable of… or maybe it’s just her misgivings about men generally taking form in her. She shivered with happiness when she recalled the hours she'd spent on David's bed with her brother and mother earlier.Little George fussed. She unbuckled her seat belt, rose from her seat to the aisle, took the baby out of the car seat and cuddled him. He was wet, so she removed his soiled diaper. After cleaning him, she blew a raspberry on his belly. He squealed and squirmed with joy, and his little penis stiffened, so she kissed the tip. The kiss wasn't sexual, merely an expression of her.