At 45 Angela was still a stunning woman.I managed to shake myself out of my reverie and stammer,"Well, sure, I guess," and she immediately moved towar...sthe vanity.Without saying a word she picked up a rattail comb and aneyebrow pencil and took my chin in her hand. She tilted myhead back and, using the comb as a guide marked on both myeyebrows where the inside edge, arch, and outside edgeshould be. Then, putting down the comb and pencil, shepicked up the tweezers."Angela, are you sure about. "Yes daddy dear," I said with a laugh. I went in for landings and pulled up again several times. By the fifth time I had a real good feel for putting the bird on the ground. When I went in to land it for real, it was a breeze. I had to stop it at about the end of the field. There was a cheer from the builders. I suppose because my landing safely meant they would be paid.Once the prop stopped rotating I killed the engine and it went right to sleep like a good bird. I went through my shut down. Casually I pick up a novel flipping to a random page which coincidentally is the first of several pages of a steamy love scene in explicit detail. After skimming a few lewd lines I have to put the book down in a hurry before I begin to touch myself. That’s enough of that! Moving right along! I turn on the TV, surfing through commercial after inane commercial looking for anything to take my mind off of my inflamed pussy, thinking perhaps the history channel is “safe” it should be neutral. I interchanged the heating pad with dips in the cool water of our pool all day and felt immeasurably better than in the morning. I was wet and very ready for a good fuck by the time Jason came running from the bus stop. Just thinking about that thick, nine inch cock I'd had between my legs yesterday had my pussy wet and so ready for fucking. I was peeking out the window and, making sure it was Jason, I was ready as soon as the front door closed. Stepping out into sight at the top of the stairs.