”She climbs the ladder, and I talk her into the aircraft. I wish she weren’t wearing flight pants. It would make a nice view with that fine ass of...hers.I move the ladder back and climb into my seat. Sylvie comments, “I don’t know what I am doing here. I don’t want to hit the wrong control and accidentally kill us.”I hand her a helmet.“Put this on. You need it for safety, but it also has coms so we can hear each other. Don’t worry about the controls. Like I said, it is a trainer. I can disable. I didn't have any whiteshoes, but I put on the pair with the highest heels I had. It all feltfantastic. And it looked stunning too as I admired my reflection in thelong mirror. I could feel my cock being squeezed as it tried to growinside my chastity."Oh Yes!" beamed Julie. "It's a perfect fit. We'll go looking atwedding dresses this weekend." She thanked her Aunt for her help inmeasuring, selecting and ordering the fabulous foundation garment. MrsRobinson took the hint and went back to her. Her hands were trying to unfasten my shirt, in the end she just yanked it open, sending buttons flying and material ripping. Her breasts pressed to my chest as we kissed, breaking the kiss I lifted her higher and closed my mouth on an erect nipple. As I suckled at her breasts I slid a hand between her parted thighs to touch her panties. They were wet with her arousal and she moaned as my fingers slipped into them."Mmm o god Bobby that feels so gooood, but the bed will be more comfortable"She. I followed my grandfather’s advice: “If all else fails, and you can’t think of a good lie, tell the truth.”I set my coffee down on the fireplace hearth, took Sheila’s hands in mine, and looked into her eyes as I spoke truthfully. “Your body said one thing, but your words were saying something different last night. I listened to the wishes of your body. You weren’t ready to be that intimate with me.”“True, but I would’ve consented if you had persisted,” she acknowledged, as she gave my hands a.