"His daughter blinked. She had never heard her father speak in such a way."Daddy, I don't know what to say," she finally managed to speak. "You know I...m having sex?" Yes, honey, I know that you are. I've seen you and watched you having sex—here in your room." You've watched me?" she asked in a disbelieving tone."Yes, I've seen you and guys in this room; I've seen what you do." He moved over till his side was pressed against his daughter's.She looked into his eyes for a second, and then wagged. What else you got?”So ... Mr Townsend ran through a whole one aircraft airshow ... one stunt at a time with my turn after each.“Tie it together,” he said.I hate to admit it ... he was better ... I bobbled several times and once he wrenched the controls away and saved us. He was exceedingly patient. He showed me where I went wrong, I corrected and managed to perform.Back at Banks, he said, “Where’s your logbook?”He signed off and said, “You have more aircraft? Sell me one. I’d forgotten how much. He always complained to me about how she isn’t very good in bed and how she just lays back and lets him fuck her missionary style. He always used to say that I wish he could have one night with Lisa, my wife because I used to tell him all about our sex life, where we used a have sex, how many times etc. One time I even showed him Lisa’s sex toys and panties that she wears to work. I’m sure he got a lot out of that. I think the worse thing about the whole thing is that he never got a blow job. My tongue traced its way up her throat to kiss her chin gently. ‘Beg for it,’ I said. Great, now I was emulating a porno. Way to go. ‘Beg for my cock, Erica.’ She arched her back again, giving me a great view of her throat, I bit gently at it, all over, and that seemed to break some last wall of resistance. ‘Oh, god, Wyatt, I need your cock. I need you inside me, please, put it in, just please, put it in me. Fuck me until neither of us can move, please, oh god, ohhhhhhh.’ She trailed off in a.