I was dressed in my black leather mini skirt, lace bra and a sheer blouse. Stockings and stilettos of course. Chris has helped my with my make-up ...and I'm starting to get the hang of it. I love being a sexy passable red head. Joan was wearing a open breast corset with black crotch-less leggings. I gave her a gold collar with a tag that reads "community SLUT". She is never to take it off even at work. She bought me one also but I only wear it when I'm in sissy slut Vicki mode.I enjoy. Thompsen's first name was Pamela, she let my teenage self call her Pam, and I was more then will to do as she asked. Who wouldn't? With her perfect curves, c-cup breats, tan skin, soft ass, and long legs that I hoped at one time would be wrapped around my back. But it was just a fantasy, untill the day her jack-off husband left her for a friend of their daughters.I was on the couch, lofing after a good game of pick up b-ball on a Sat. I saw Mrs. Thompsen's car pulling into the driveway, and got. Anyway I was thinking...“Keep your feet off the pedals!”Well ... that stopped that. Derailed my train of thought, he did.Watching him work the pedals and the yoke, I saw movement on the rear of the wings. Huh? How about that?He moves the yoke and pieces of the wing move too. Hope they don’t fall off. Then he threw a switch, or a lever and the whole damn front of the wing slid forward ... I grabbed the half-moon grab ... yoke. I realized that he couldn’t fly the airplane with me holding on.“I’m. Mera bathroom bahut bada he isliye vo boli thik he me nahane laga sirf underwear me or meraKhada tha vo mujhe dekh nahi rhi thi mene nahya or mom kapde dho rahi thi vo boli underwear mujhe de de tab mene sirf chota tovel lapeta hua tha mene kaha nahi me hi dhounga vo boli jesi tery murji me balti leker unke samne betha or mera cock unke samne tha unhone notice nahi kiya jab yePura khada hua to mene pani mom ki taraf uchala vo gusse me dekh rahi thi tabhi unki nazar mere cock par gai or vo shrma.