A Pilot and his Princess part 2
Introduction:
The second part of the story has more divelopment, and less sex. More when we get to California?
“What was that for?” She giggled.
“Something I left out last night. How did you sleep?”
“Perfect. Thank you. I really needed that. And this?” She acknowledged her breakfast and began folding the toast and egg/cheese, and eating it.
“This, is to a new chapter in our life, namely the second half, and hopefully
more.” I replied as I forked pieces of fruit and fed it to her in between bites of egg sandwich. “We need to talk as a family about a few things, so when you’re done please meet us at the dinner table.” Us being myself and our daughter Amanda or Mandy as we call her.
At 16, Mandy looked just like her mother, albeit with Subtle differences such as tighter skin, one twelve gauge shotgun spray of freckles on her upper chest and face, the epicenter being below the neck, C cups, I think, and red hair. She was a genius, had gotten all A’s in school and was currently in college. She didn’t need it though, as she took every 20 dollars we gave her for doing chores and every dollar 10 we gave her for passing a class, and somehow turned it into 1,000 or 2,000 respectively through the stock market every month, and those sums grew exponentially.
As I sat at the kitchen table, my two ladies came in wearing thigh length robes. Mandy wore a matching camisole and panties under her open robe, as she has done during the mornings since she’s had her robe, like her mother sometimes did and Sally wore hers closed, meaning she was naked underneath. “Thanks for coming guys. As you know, I’m giving the finger to commercial aviation. We now have an estimated 10 million to my an Sally’s name alone, not counting the 100 thousand you have, Mandy.” I paused to let that sink in, and to catch my breath. “However, we are not at peace with the world as I’d like to be.”
“How so?” Mandy asked.
“I have business I need to take care of in California.” I answered. “Sally, you can do what you want, but I’d like for you to quit your job and come with me, as it will take a few days, maybe a month or two.”
“I’ll talk tooohh shit! I forgot to call in!” Said Sally.
“Language mother!” Mandy said playfully.
“Young lady, do you see the streak of gray hair? I’ve earned my right to speak my
Mind.” Sally replied.
“Silver swear heart. It’s silver hair, and you’ve definitely earned it.” I said affectionately. “Go take care of that. Mandy, you’re smart, and can take care of yourself. However you are welcome to come as well, but you’ll need to start packing. We leave at 2 pm.
“Ok. I’ll start packing.” Mandy said.
“Good news guys.” Said Sally. “My boss said I’m welcome back any time. Brian, he also would like you to do some more artistic rendering.” She said, with the phone still to her ear.
“Tell him to Email me the info.” I said.
“Then, go get packed. I want to be in Lebanon by 5 so we can fly out first thing in the morning.”
You see, Sally worked for a small firm that designed aircraft for video games. They were good at 3d modeling, but not very imaginative. They often would send me the specifications, and I would draw up the schematics. Often, they used real world aircraft, but every once in a while, the needed something fresh. I enjoyed it very much, ever since the FAA put a ban on R/C aircraft within 50 miles of an airport, especially since Tennessee has lot’s of them.
I was already packed, since I had woken up at 2 and couldn’t fall back to sleep. As the girls packed, I pulled out my prize possession of Tennessee out of the Garage, and put it’s cover in the trunk of the mat black 1970 Plymouth Road Runner, tuned for max power output, supercharged. One of the few land cars still in existence. The girls loaded their luggage into the trunk, and we headed out, cruising toward Lebanon municipal airport, passing the occasional hover car.
On the way, I thought about what I needed to do in California. Where had that Cessna come from? Who was flying it? Who turned Flabob Airport into a race track?
We rolled into Lebanon around 3 pm. Earlier than I expected. When We got to the airport I pulled into my hangar, dropped the door and turned off the car. In front of us stood what we would be taking to California. The TBM Avenger torpedo bomber from world war II. The girls retreated to the suite I had to set up the beds while I loaded our stuff into the bomb bay and checked all the systems.
That night, Sally climbed on top of me, and sat on my hard 7 inches, and kissed me. “Don’t ever worry about me not being
there.” She kissed me. “I’ll follow you to the end of the world.” She said as she rocked back and forth.
“I love you Sally.” I groaned as I started pumping my hips up and down. I then flipped us over and took over.
“Oh yes!” She said. “Just like… that… I’m…”
“Me too sweetheart.” I groaned as I started spurting
“Oh…” She moaned as she started to orgasm.
“Yesss…” We both sighed as we started kissing.
“I love you.” I said.
“I love you too.” She replied. “Let’s go clean up.”
“I’ll take care of that.” I said, getting up. I left to go to the bathroom, coming back with a wet washcloth. I started by cleaning off my penis, then, using the other side, started at her pussy and moved the rag outward in slowly expanding circles, while watching her eyes. When I brushed her breasts I started moving the rag up and down her thighs until her eyes got heavy.
I then kissed both eyelids. “Good night my love.”
“Goomight.” She replied, clearly already asleep.
‘KNOCK KNOCK’
I went to go see who was at the door, only to find Amanda. “Daddy, can I sleep in here with you?” She asked. “I’m scared.”
“Sure baby girl. Just be quiet. Your mother is asleep.”
“Thanks. I don’t like sleeping in this hangar. It creeps me out.” She said, climbing into bed with me. As Amanda snuggled up to me under one arm, Sally subconsciously did the same under my other arm. I fell asleep a happy man, as I loved my family.
Authors note: Tooohh, pronounced Too•oh is a verbal onomatopoeia that draws two words, to and oh, together.
