REALLY. God, the more time we spend together, the more we think alike.”Alice said, “There’s a place called the Airport Motel right across the st...eet from the flight school, and restaurants within a half-mile. We can walk.”Pam added, “And their runways are fully rated for Cat 1 approaches as well as GPS and non-precision.”Ken was laughing, “And Doug Quigley, the guy that runs Smokey Mountain Flight School, just happens to be one of my oldest friends. I’d trust him with anything I had, even you. Literally. 8.Taking two steps into the Studio, I froze in mid-stride,bewildered for the second time that morning. The Back Roomlooked bigger. No, not just bigger - gigantic. Thedimensions had altered; space itself had expanded,thrusting out in all directions. I shook my head in muteastonishment - the room had been enormous to begin with:now it was colossal, monstrous, the size of a city block.Picture windows loomed as tall as skyscrapers, potplantswaved their ferny heads below an impossibly. I continued the soft play with my breasts and buttocks alternatively, while turning around from side to side watching myself in the mirror smiling and giggling loudly for his benefit making little comments about my body features and how good they looked.Steven's cock was hard as a rock, sticking out of his fly, poking between the curtains. I don't think he realized I could see him in the mirror. I turned slowly and took a few steps toward the bed, closer to the curtains, keeping my head facing. Now keep your eyes on this watch as it goes back and forth in front of you." you tell her confidently as you start to swing the watch in front of you. She does as she's told, following the watch with her eyes. You have her all to yourself for the whole day, you'd be stupid to pass this up."Mom, you're feeling very relaxed, you're listening to only my voice, nothing else. You'll hear my voice, and do what I tell you, do you understand?"She returns in a monotone voice "yes, I hear your voice and.