He slid a stiff finger over her engorged clit and started rubbing her hot little clit. Jodie sobbed with pleasure and creamed all over his hand. She a...rched her body up, rubbing her clit harder against his finger, unable to control the horny impulses that were taking over her body."Yeah, you want it so bad, Mom," Dane crooned. "Why don't you just relax and let me give it to you?"Jodie was beginning to wonder herself. As her mind reeled, she began to accept Dane's argument--that nobody had to. Doesn't it, slave?" Daniella'shead nodded, though she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to. Shejust felt like the region between her thighs had turned entirely toliquid. "Yes, such a wet, drippy pussy you have. Look at my clit. Howit peeks out from under the hood. Pulsing... pulsing... So hard, now.Your clit is pulsing, just like mine. Such a hard, little button,aching to be stroked and touched." A moan escaped from Daniella'sthroat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak. "And. . run the list. It’s your responsibility. The refueler might have had a fight with his wife.” The getting even part was there even if she didn’t say it.When we were over a big lake... “Lake Huron,” she said. “Your Airplane.”A huge pause... “I’ve been up since dark thirty and I need a nap,” and she did.I shrugged ... headed due west ... fumbled a bit with the charts and realized that a touch of south would be a better line to Pentwater... 268 would work better than 270 ... maybe 267... ere on. We experienced a lot of life together and grew to learn about ourselves and each other during that time. The sex between us was fabulous, for the most part. It was one of the things we did right. We explored a number of different ideas and positions together. She was exciting and liked to try new things, within reason. There were some things that I absolutely loved doing with her. Angela was definitely sexy with blond hair, an hourglass figure, full breasts, and a desire to match.Unfortunately,.