That’s another thing I learned. Acquiescence isn’t consent.”“So how do you know for sure?”“Mostly by waiting. And that usually means days ...r even weeks. Not minutes the way it happened in your dorm.”Or at the dojo that Saturday morning with Jolene, I didn’t add. It had been completely clear that she had wanted it, and she had initiated it, even over my protest. But I wondered if I’d protested strongly enough. Should I have waited a week to think it through? Jessica had given me freedom, and. Still, any orgasm was delicious for Debra.She heard her son moan as he slept. Smiling to herself, she gripped and loosened her ass on his cock, squeezing, holding his cock- head against her asshole. She managed to slide her hand between her legs and feel his balls. His balls were full and hot, just as she knew they would be. Feeling him writhe she clamped her hot ass-checks tight about the head of his cock, and giggled softly when she heard her son suddenly come awake.“Mom!” he cried.“Shhh!”. Spring and fall, it depends on the weather. Normal stuff you know. Reading some of your comments I started wondering (hoping might be closer to the truth) that she would give me some sign that she had read my other stories and the first one in particular. So Thursday rolls around, 8:00, like clock work (pardon the easy pun), she comes in. Of course she has the keys. It’s a HOT day, probable around 85 at this time and humid as hell – well I’m not sure how humid hell is but it must be. I’m in my. "Talk to him ... he's the pogo stick operator." You were left-seat." He's my dad."Charlie turned to daddy and held out his hand. Daddy sighed and handed over his license."I get it."Charlie went back to his hangar and picked up his parachute."Mr. Austin ... time for some touch and goes. You don't have to do this ... but I will have to report your sloppy landing to the FAA. You were putting your child in danger."I spoke up ... well ... cleared my throat, "It's my plane, Mr. Arthur ... at least.