I looked her over and noticedthat she had a black salon smock covering her outfit, which must haveincluded a skirt or dress as I was able to view her ...tocking coveredlegs. I was about to say that I wanted to get a haircut when Ithought about what my real, hidden desires were. I hesitantly askedif it would be possible to get a shampoo, set and haircut. I wasready to leave if my request was rejected or laughed at. Heathersmiled and said that it indeed would be possible. She asked me myfirst. I hoped that after delving into this fantasy my desire to do so again might be quelled somewhat, and it might be a one time experience. It fairly quickly became apparent to me that the desire in my brain continued and perhaps even amplified after such a great experience. I thought about it constantly, reliving that excitement time and time again in my mind. Remembering how exciting it was to be on my knees with a big, hard black cock throbbing in my mouth, the initial thrill of fulfilling a. "Yes mom . . . erm! . . . erm! . . . can I ask something?" Of course ya' can love, why what is it?"Nodding at her tits I asked shamefully, knowing full well it's not usually a polite thing you ask your mom."Erm . . . how big are they?"Mom then looked down at her ample tits then cupped them with both hands shaking them playfully."Oh, these? . . . erm they're a double E cup, why? you like 'em?"I nodded in response as mom put her hands back down by her sides then pulled her panties down,. The only part that made me nervous was the takeoff. Unlike everything we had done up to this point, where we jumped out of the plane, with the wingboard you took off behind the plane like a glider. It looked an awful lot like trying to ride a skateboard, tied to a car, and going 60 mph. Don explained our speed at takeoff would be 55 knots (60 - 65 mph) and then as we climbed we would reach speeds of 80-90 knots (about 90 - 110 mph). Once we were at cruising altitude, we would be steady at.