’ I kissed all the way down one arm then the other, from wrist to underarm. I kissed her neck, her tits, giving each nipple a little bite, then down... her stomach to her pierced navel. I kissed her soft stomach repeatedly then her clitoris once. From there, I moved down to one of her ankles and kissed all the way up one leg, then the other paying particular attention to her sensitive hipbones and upper thighs. Finally I kissed her pussy once, twice, then a third time. With each kiss, she moaned. She rubbed her mound, and I noticed the pubic hair was trimmed in the shape of a landing strip.“I take it by your astonished stare; you like seeing my pussy. I’m tired of using my fingers and sex toys. What do you say, Allen?” She propped one leg on the back of the seat and shifted the other leg over the seat’s edge. Without speaking, I knelt on the seat. I gently stroked her shapely legs and gently teased her, as my deft hands drifted slowly to her sex. Her gentle hands moved from her mound to. Bryce chuckles. “One thing I have always loved about you is your inquisitiveness,” he says, smiling lovingly. “To answer your question, your mother and Markus were in love with each other. The two were inseparable and most thought they were just as close as to siblings could get.”“Then Aunt Miriam came around and stole him away,” Jasmine surmises. “Aunt Miriam must have been a fiery woman to content with Mom. I wish I could have met her.”“Well you did meet her,” her father says. “But you were. I was just getting to learn how to fly in the Cessna 140, a two seat (side by side) tail-wheel airplane with, like the others, fabric-covered wooden wings.You know how kids are; they feel like it's no big deal to do anything. Boys have no fear of anything from riding a strange horse, driving a tractor up a steep hill, jumping out of the door of the barn onto a pile of hay, or flying an airplane. Dad was exacting though, and for him to consider you airworthy, you had to land literally hundreds.