Then, I remained motionless, letting Mandy feel meinside her, cramming her full of my manhood, my virility, my manliness.She never said a word, althou...gh, once, she moaned, a short protest,whether of pain or anxiety or both, I couldn't say, escaped her lipsbefore she could stifle it. However, she never once tightened herbuttocks against my invasion, which showed me that she wanted to befilled as much as I wanted to fill her.Mandy's buttocks remained absolutely still, an unspoken testament tothe. Much to the chagrin of Lieutenant J.J. Foster, her pilot.The five overpainted U-Boat silhouettes under the left seat Plexiglas window bore witness to his folly.One thing ... the main spar had NOT been drilled and wasn’t corroded ... I didn’t need the straps ... even at half price ... a real deal for a Beech 18 ... I still sold the straps for five grand.That actually saved two Beech twins. The repairs were affordable.We never did find out whose calves the four were. I don’t want to raise calves. He was in such a state of depression that I thought he'd do something drastic. I cared for him, foregoing the plans I had for myself to stay with Daddy and take care him.After a while he excepted the way things were. He let me care for him the best I could. Our relationship flourished, and soon it was as though we were a married couple without the sex., but that too would change.I found myself beginning to fantasize about Daddy in ways a daughter shouldn't, and I noticed Daddy also looking at. I struggled to hide the giant tent in my pants."May we help you?"I turned to find two stunning women standing in front of me. One a tall blonde, around thirty, the other a short busty redhead a little older. They both looked me up and down, eyes lingering on the tent in my pants, and then spoke with Mom."Are you looking for anything in particular?" Blondie asked."We are looking for something.... Special... For him," Mom replied as her hand squeezed my ass.'Well, for a woman of your looks we.