1. The Party Gift: Ch. 3


    Date: 6/10/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: mandycandi, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    merely speaking the truth, my love,” Deanna replied with a smile. “You might be older than me, but you’re not an old woman,” I said. “An old woman couldn’t fuck the way you do; and I have the sexually ravaged body to prove it.” Deanna smiled sweetly and kissed me softly on the lips. “I think I’ll whip us up some fresh pancakes too,” Deanna said. “I think we’re both gonna need all the carbohydrates we can get.” “Definitely,” I grinned. Deanna had been pulling all the necessary ingredients out of the fridge and setting them on the center island and then gathered all the necessary cooking equipment and prep tools. “Can I help with anything?” I asked. Deanna gave me a rather askance glance; she could see right through me. “Do you know how to cook, honey?” she inquired softly. “I know how to microwave stuff,” I replied bashfully. “Well, then why don’t you just watch and learn, sweetie?” Now should I really be surprised that Deanna is an accomplished, and dare I say, fabulous cook? No! Air Force Academy graduate, airline captain, Goddess, Queen, multi-millionaire and now chef! Deanna began whipping up our omelets and hot cakes with such savvy and skill, all the while carrying on a conversation with me. Though I tried desperately to watch her work, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was just so beautiful! “So I’m guessing that you and your father were very close?” I asked as I continued to fiddle with the beautiful aviator scarf around my neck. “I was definitely Daddy’s ...
    little girl,” she replied. “Did I tell you what he did when I was first promoted from Flight Engineer to First Officer?” “I don’t think so.” “Well, it was in early July of 2000, and my parents were already living in LA and I was based in Atlanta at that time. So after I called and told them the news and when my first flight as FO was going to be, my Daddy flew from LA to Atlanta because he had booked himself on that flight.” “Aww,” I ogled. “It was a flight from Atlanta to Phoenix with a stopover in Dallas-Fort Worth and it was a Boeing 727 aircraft; and he recorded almost every damn moment of it on videotape.” My heart and tummy were fluttering; not only at such a sweet fatherly gesture, but I also could clearly see by the expression on her face and the tone of her voice just what a fond and precious memory this was for Deanna. She went on, “He started in the boarding area, videotaping me through the window as I was doing the pre-flight walk-around of the aircraft. Then once he boarded, he bullshitted his way into the cockpit.” “And they didn’t throw him off?” I asked. “This was before 9/11 sweetie,” Deanna clarified. “Things were very different then. Anyway, the camera was still going and Daddy quickly befriended both the Captain and the Flight Engineer on that flight; both of whom were men and both of whom were in their fifties, so there was a lot of macho asshole bonding taking place. And it didn’t take five minutes for my father to charm the Captain into inviting him to ...
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