“I need to change direction for a minute. There have been some complaints about aircraft noise over C’ville from operations at JBG Morton Field to...the county commissioners and in the editorial page in the local paper. Can you address that complaint?” Hanna asked.“Yes I can. Executive Vice President Lorrie Jones - who oversees the aviation division - and our attorneys have petitioned the FAA for a departure route change from the North runway. That change was approved a few days ago and will be. I felt the mattress dip as she climbed on the bed behind me. Then I heard the faint sounds of her putting on a condom and squeezing out some lube. The next thing I felt was the cold lube on my anus as she worked it round that area with her fingers. She dipped one inside me, then slid two in. Maybe she was testing to see how easily she'd fit. I was quite tight, but I had been preparing myself -- there was no way I was going to try to take a thick 8-inch black cock without some preparation, so. I'm wise to the rise in your Levis." Mom, I'm not wearing ... Oh." I realized she was trying to use a little joking in serious humor to defuse the situation before it exploded in our faces."From now on, you keep that thing aimed away from me. You just stay with Sharon and her brother, okay?" Oops." I looked down and saw that my cock stuck straight out in front of me and made a bulge in my tennis shorts. Shorts and a tee shirt were my normal school clothes. I didn't realize she knew about Sharon. She had become a stately woman, still reading and still writing and still single. Her father had also passed so she ran her own house. She came to visit one morning after I had been back a few days. I almost swept her into my arms, so glad was I to see her again but thankfully remembered the ruse under which I was there."Mister Northam," she said holding out her hand, for I still waited at that point for the letter announcing my death to arrive. I was heir, not Lord."Miss Woodhouse. My father.