..”“Okay. Eighteen. And that plane...”“Is probably worth about four million dollars. We got it used.”“And she flies it.”“I’ve co-pil...ted it. Next year I can get my private license. Then YOU get to come fly with me.”“I...”“Mom, it’s a tangible thing. You. Me. Doing something that none of your friends’ kids can do.” I paused, thinking. “Well, maybe they COULD do it, but that’s not the choices they make.”“Like going to college for engineering...”I smiled. “That, too.”The conversation fell to small. Which was weird for me, but this is what i asked for. "my brothers will be home any minute." lloyd said. "so? i don't care. i just want you." I moaned. then he put me down, and started to pull off my big tshirt . the shirt wasnt even halfway off and he ran his fingers over my lace panties. with my eyes closed, i let out a moan. "hmmmm" he ripped my panties off and they fell to my ankles. "spread your fucking legs" lloyd commanded. i did. he then ran two fingers up and down my hairless pussy. I going to fuck your brains out my darling husband. I don't know if I have ever been so turned on."She started riding harder as she finally gave into an orgasm. Much to my surprise she gritted her teeth and let the waves of passion wash over her."Guess that answers that question too." She whispered in my ear.She turned back around to the reverse cowgirl giving Wanda an excellent view of my dick going in and out of her pussy if she was watching.The whole thing was to much for Linda. She leaned. Our plan was to go back to Nordstrom's ,change into our new mother-daughter outfits, and then have dinner at the best restaurant in town, "The Wheel House." Our reservations were for 7 PM.We were killing time when Kathy pulled me into a novelty shop where they made fake, official looking, identification cards. Mom and Aunt Helen would not allow us to put any false ages on the cards, but at least I, Janet Jean Johnson, had something in my wallet that looked official. It had my picture, and my.