He must have been about 18 as well and looked like he was up for a laugh. The best thing? He was wearing a kilt. I don't know why but that turns me on...big time. I had to find out if he was sticking with tradition and going commando under his tartan. After a couple of drinks I plucked up the courage to go over and ask him. 'Why don't you find out for yourself?' he asked in his gentle brogue. His accent got me horny and that was all the invitation I needed. I reached down and let my hand snake up. Kuchh din aisa hi chalta raha. Lekin mai har roj saas ko dawai dekar kha peekar sojati hun.Lekin isbich me bhola apna asli roop dikhata rahta tha. Mai jab bhi khana ya pani dene jati, kuchh na kuchh kehta, ya aisa karta jisse mujhe gussa ajata. Kabhi kuchh bol deta… Jaise ki ”wah kya bhajiya hai, jee karta hai, tumhara hath choom loo”, meri chuchiyo ki or ankho se ishara karke kehta ”bade acchhe hai”. Aur mere sasur nashe me choor in bato ko parwa nahi karte the.Uski himmat badhne lagi to,. She had fallen in love with the plane when she had first read about it, and had lusted after a job that would allow her to fly one. Now that dream had become a reality. And not only did she have a personal instructor and all the flying time she wanted, any time she wanted it, she was able to do it with her Alpha sitting beside her. It wouldn’t be long until she would be fully qualified and checked out on the plane. Just don’t screw up. If I mess up now and make a sloppy landing, I’ll embarrass. When my sister got pregnant I found I could no longer control her body, even after her (our) daughter was born. A little after that we finally met our long-lost older half-sister Laverne and, after finding I could control her body as well, I continued my sexual adventures, which ended with her leaving town a few weeks later.Over the years I figured out that I must have impregnated my half-sister too, as well as her cute little blonde lesbian lover, and that's why she left town. I was never able.