I grabbed a hand full of her hair and told her she better make me cum. I pulled her head back as I pounded her old pussy. You could tell she was getti...g into it because she was buckig against me. As I pulled her hair more & more you could see the look in her eyes. She was really enjoying herself. I asked her if she could hear everyone downstairs. She nodded. I told her was just a piece of ass to me and I was going to treat her like one. "Treat me like a flithy cunt just dont stop." I slapped. “Got your own plane?”“Don’t I have to have a pilots license to buy an airplane?”“Nope ... one of the contradictions of American jurisprudence. You may buy any aircraft you like. But you can’t move it without a license.”“So I could buy an aircraft and hire ... say ... you ... to fetch it?”“Yup, not that I would ... but yes. I can even arrange for a transport flight. It’s not cheap ... takes a test pilot to fly an uncertified aircraft ... and a boat load of insurance.“Let me get back to my. " I went around the room, sharing my experience with each boy."It doesn't matter how much they produce," Cynthia said. "One drop is enough. What I like is how juicy I feel down there. I think that's kind of sexy."I really hadn't paid attention to how I felt down there, other than the occasionally annoying feeling of come dripping on my legs. That's one of those things that happen at a party like this—I'd heard some of the older women comment about that, too—and there was no good solution to it,. I wouldn't want you to reject me." But what if I wanted you to? Or what if I made a pass at you? What would you do?"He tried to chuckle, but stopped instantly when Tess threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him passionately, fervently.She pulled her lips off his and their eyes locked. He reached up and grabbed her wrists."Honey," he said, his voice quaking. "That was more than just a daughterly peck on the cheek. Are you thinking - what I'm thinking?"Tess smiled.