She drove past very slowly, looking out at him. His head followed her down the street. She had to be in her late thirties or early forties, Tommy figu...ed. She looked gorgeous. She had brown hair that curled at her shoulders. Her mouth was sensual; her eyes were covered by sunglasses. The way she looked at him he figured that she was lost and had driven into the slums by mistake and was bemused by the whole situation.He watched intently as the Escalade turned onto Barnett Street but grinned at. Since I could never tell her 'no' she shortly had her private pilot's license. Sally and Chris jumped on the band wagon and got their licenses also.Since my companies virtually ran themselves I had a lot of free time during which I qualified for my private, commercial and instrument licenses. Naturally I just had to get checked out in the Gulfstream. I surely couldn't let my girls get ahead of the 'old man'. Cathy gets downright irate whenever I use that term.The airport had turned out to be a. I had let out a sigh of relief when Iheard nothing. I had my back against the wall and I just stood there andbreathed in and out. I also noticed how my chest rose and fell with eachbreathe. I opened the door and made my way back to the first sister'sroom. I found my male clothes and went back out and went into my wife'sroom. I placed them on the floor and I went to the stairs. I went downand I had to keep my balance and held onto the hand rail. I was gettingnervous with each step going. Ali was gorgeous. A short slim Desi girl with dark brown skin and shoulder length, raven black hair.During the drive home they chatted, occasionally Ali's hand would brush against Kates leg as she changed gear, stroking against her tights and lifting the hem of her dress a little. Each time it happened Kate suppressed a shudder of pleasure at the electric like feeling that came with each accidental touch, quickly moving her leg away, but after a few moments it would find it's way back, before.