Lora and I were both frequent flyers and paid no attention to what was going on outside. Lora and I talked and sipped our Champaign. By the time we’...d reached cruising altitude and lunch arrived, we’d had three glasses each and Carley had a bad case of the giggles.The flight attendants brought us more wine with the meal. After they removed our trays, I reclined my seat and dozed.An hour later, I woke up. Carley was reading a thick science-fiction novel. There was nothing but a sea of clouds. And we then sat down and chatted for a while to catch up. No teasing this time... just a nice civil conversation between man and woman. She then began to tell me about her washing machine, saying that it wasn't working properly, and she asked me if i could come and take a look... I'm used to random pleas for help like this, I quite handy if I say so myself. So, not even thinking about it, I said yes, and we both left in her car to her house. I walk in a fiddled with the washing machine.... The sun was shining and a good song was playing on the radio. The rushing wind from your open window blowing in your face. You drum the beat of the song on the steering wheel as you push the pedal down just a touch more. Everything was almost perfect, almost how you imagined it would be. You look beside you at the empty seat where Sam was supposed to be sitting. She was supposed to be with you, in your dreams of this moment she was always there as you faced this new challenge together. It would. Young got up from the bed, then pulled down her jeans and panties. Seconds later she was unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it onto a chair, followed by her brasierre. Soon she was as naked as her daughter, which she figured would make Taylor the most comfortable, not to mention the fact that Mrs. Young truly enjoyed being naked. She pulled open the drawer she had mentioned, pushed some things aside and produced a fairly long plastic, bullet shaped toy."This should work," she said."Wow, Mom,.