”“I didn’t want to dawdle,” I said.“You’re gonna be the youngest commercial applicant I’ve ever tested. Lemme see your logbook.”I push...d it across his desk. He flipped rapidly through the first few pages, up to where I got my private license from him a year ago. He slowed down, paying more attention.“You keep flying the mix, don’t you. Micco. I’ve heard of ‘em. Never saw one.”“My friends traded their Pitts S-2 for it.”“You have some interesting friends,” he said.“I don’t know if they’ll keep. I fantasized about sneaking in her bedroom and slipping inside her hot young teenaged pussy, but I never put any of those desires into action. It just wasn't worth getting into statutory rape trouble.Sandy was a very pretty young woman in her late 20s. I thought Sandy was quite an attractive woman. She had a very pretty face, and you could look into her beautiful deep brown eyes and completely lose yourself in them. Her brown hair was shoulder length and she had very sexy big breasts that. Watching her walk up the steps, her butt moving side to side like a model, got me so aroused. I quickly followed her inside and right after closing the door I picked her up and carried her over to the couch. Within seconds I had pulled her bathing suit straps down to expose her breasts. I laid her back on the couch and started sucking on her ear and kissing her neck, working my way down her body. I gently rubbed her breasts and made circles around her nipples before slightly pinching them. She. ‘Have you still got my stockings on under your trousers?’ she asked.Michael merely nodded.‘Show me,’ she demanded.Michael unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor, he was still wearing her stockings and his erect cock was standing out in front of him.She said, ‘Oh Michael, I can see what effect my stockings have on you. Now let me see what you were doing to yourself, let me see you play with yourself.’‘Oh aunty, I can’t,’ he begged.‘OK, I’ll have to see what your mother says.