“Don’t be like that, Charles. I bring tidings of a monetary nature.”“Abby wants to learn to fly.”“Yes ... me too.”“The airport at five...”“Buckets of money?” I grinned at Abby, “Of course.”We found the Flight School office and Charles, Dean Porter introduced us to the Price List.Recreational Pilot (Solo)= 7,000.00AUD(plus fuel)Stand alone ground school, 35 hours=598.75AUDIndividual (Private) Lessons=225.00 per hour(plus fuel)Refresher lessons=225.00 per hour(plus fuel)Checkout new aircraft. "The back door opened and Tiny and Ryan came in with Ruth and Michelle, who were also in sheer red gowns. Those two ladies were enough to get the juices running.About the time a huge catering van pulled up outside, Charlie and Shawna, with their kids, came walking across the lane. Shawna didn't have her usual holey T-shirt on, but had on a red gown like Ruth and Michelle.Two carts pulled in, with Henry and Nancy in one, and Kevin and Susan in the other. Both women had the same sheer gown. I am 53, an old fart, yes. Also so broke, that I can’t buy anything from the stores and the bills are piling up so fast. I had to put everything on one slim chance to clear my debts and make money. It’s a Do or Die -situation for us. I had heard of some projects where they need services which we can provide and I sent my papers in with a low price with hopes that I could get the job.I waited couple days and then I got a call. They didn’t hire me. I was stunned and things felt like they were. I can see your pussy getting wetter with every little stroke of you finger. A finger slides in to your tight wet pussy, gently opening it so you can ease in a second. You let the now wet neck of the bottle slide out of your mouth and down between your pert, heaving breasts. Gently sliding the bottle further, you let the rim rest on your throbbing clit. I sneak in through the patio door, you still know I'm there but continue to ignore me. I come up behind you and cup a firm breast in each hand,.