"John immediately said, "Use our 206. I'm sure we'll give it to you for the same rental as the 172. You have a hell of lot more weight capacity in tha... one and you are checked out in it. Besides, in the 172, you should probably go around over land but in the 206 you can safely cut across the gulf to get up to Panama City. You'll get there a little faster and it uses only a little more fuel than the 172. Just the safety factor of the 300 horse motor should convince you." That sounds good, John.. “Uh, Jennifer, actually,” I admitted.“Oh, well, have fun with your ‘friend,’” she winked.I rolled my eyes and let Mom get the mashed potatoes going.Just before noon, I piled up a plate with a tower of mashed potatoes, a healthy chunk of steaming hot roast and a big scoop of dad’s sweet corn. I made a little lake of gravy in the mashed spuds with the savory juices from the roast and sat down to an amazing meal.Great meal, but I still gobbled it up pretty fast, then cleared my plate and sucked. " Me too..." I started to pull off my robe, and froze as I held it half-way off my body, my breasts exposed and Kira looking right at them. "Uh ... I should find a nightshirt ... I usually sleep naked..."Kira smiled, "just whatever, Mom. I can be naked if you want." She didn't wait for my response before pulling back the covers and pushing her shirt from her body. Kira's young, swollen tits were tipped with tight, dark-red nipples and small areolae. I sighed as I was unable to draw my eyes. After a moment, Stan shot another load, which to his surprise and pleasure, Mia gulped down easily, a light moan from her lips vibrating his cock just slightly as his sperm slid quickly down her throat. She opened her eyes and looked up at Stan, but he couldn't read the expression on her face. She knew him now, far more intimately than she might ever have wanted to, but could easily give a full description of him to the police. Stan didn't have it in him to do any harm to her, no matter what he.