She took me by the hand and led me to my room and tucked me in bed. She asked me if I wanted to hear a bedtime story. I was up for anything at this ...oint and eagerly said, “oh yes Mommy, tell me a story.” My “mommy” began telling me a story about a little girl with an ice cream cone. I have no idea what the hell she was talking about, but she slid her hands under the covers and started stroking my cock while she was talking about how the little girl kept licking the. With your other hand, you’ll flip up my skirt up and pull my panties to the side. You’ll then start grinding your cock up and down and in-between my ass cheeks again telling me how much I'm gonna like this and how good you're gonna give it to such a wanton little slut like myself!And um, if at any time I say, "No! No, I can't do this" then there obviously isn't a connection between us and you'll release me so that I can leave.But if I don’t say anything at all, you’ll grab the lube from my. All over the mirror. I let it fall……..no use now, I couldn’t see anything through it, anyway.Two hands now. I thought of him watching. The thrill of what I was doing. I’d masturbated a thousand times before but never like this. Then I forgot all about him. This was for me. More juice. Then more, much more. I used one hand to smear my tits. I remember manoeuvring my body, my head over the edge of the lounger, my head almost on the floor. I love the way the blood rushes to my head……..best orgasms. NOT TWINS this time ... and her bladder was feeling 'put upon' so maybe she'd boat or maybe she'd fly. The Marina in Destin was good about seaplanes, so they might go there. Getting around Eglin AFB wasn't that big a problem ... the airbase was used by the local commercial aviation industry as an airport. Not like Tampa ... where you had to fly around the base.Megan, Mina, and Bill could get some right seat in the Widgeon and maybe Mina and Bill could get themselves endorsed. Another.