My pilot could have been a crossdressing, alcoholic, peeping Tom who suffered from psoriasis as far as I knew. I didn’t want to cause any problems f...or anyone, so I stayed in the restroom just off the pilots lounge and let things happen without me.It had to be the stress and nervous energy petering out, because I felt exhausted all of a sudden. The only thing I really wanted to do was find a soft, quiet bed and go to sleep for eight hours. The federal government wanted much more and they were. I melted into him as he pulled me in to kiss him deeply and firmly on the mouth. Our lips and tongues were desperate to devour and taste each other. We were both standing in our jeans, sporting mammoth erections and admiring each other's bodies. His cock was a magnificent piece of work, a classic natural uncut beauty. I leaned down and took his mighty cock in my mouth. He gave a low groan of pleasure. I worked on the shaft of that mighty prick, caressing it, sucking it and licking it from the. I just assumed you knew that people could see your, ummmm, you know, camel toe when you wear tight pants." Camel toe?" "What's that?" You know, when the seam of your pants kind of goes up into your pussy, and your mound kind of puffs out on either side." Oh my god," she said. "you mean everyone looks at my vagina?" Yes mom, everyone loves looking at your vagina," I said with a laugh."Why didn't anyone tell me this?" she said as she slapped my shoulder. "And why are you laughing young man?" I'm. She flushed the john and was almost to her bedroom door when she heard a strange noise coming from her daughter's room. She stopped and pushed the door open and listened quietly, when all at once Katie made a soft moan and began to talking to herself! "Oh my god," she thought, "my little girl is masturbating!!!" The moaning grew louder as Katie approached her orgasm, and it was all Marge could do to keep from reaching in side of her pajamas and doing her own clit!!! Back in her own bed, Pete.