What do you think?”I pause for a second thinking about what I’m about to let myself in for“Yes Sir ... I guess so ... if that’s what you think...”“Stand by that desk Sandeman.” he points towards the waist level purpose made flight planning desk along the far wall, designed for aircrew’s to stand at and complete their pre flight planning paper work before they go flying.I march over to the flight planning desk and face the wall under the clock.“Pull your skirt up Sandeman.”“What Sir!” Shit, he. Later that day Horatio came by to see me. He told me that there was a situation nearby that he wanted me to look into. He said that there is a compound called Jonestown back in the woods where some unsavory characters were recruiting families to live in a secret community practicing some ways that society consistently frowned upon. Frowned upon may be too mild a term. Despised is more like what was generally thought. Some of what was going on was downright illegal and looked at with disgust by. My chains rattled.“Devour every drop out of my mom's twat!” I moaned. “Make her cum again.”“Uh-huh,” Lizzie moaned, her voice muffled.“Oh, yes, yes,” Mom gasped. “Right there. That's it and... Yes!”Her voice echoed through the room. My mother was cumming. My futa-dick was fully hard, needing to be buried in her cunt any cunt. I needed hot pussy wrapped around me. I wanted to feel that wonderful delight of juicy twat massaging me towards my explosive eruption.I would fire so much jizz into my. I wanted to take it slow and wanted her to feel comfortable at the first point. So I gave her time to settle in.Then we started talking random stuff and all of a sudden she planted a kiss on my cheek. I returned the flavor to her. Then we slowly started our kissing. I smooched her for a very long time. We were not ready to leave our lips from others. That kiss was so sweet.I slowly started to feel her body. I started to press her boobs over the t-shirt. She was kissing me and moaning in.