" Whu... whu... what?" Helen blabbered."C'mon, hon," he said. "You're the flight instructor. Logic it out. You lose your right side engine on a DC-10 ...uring a climb and you've suddenly lost a third of your thrust. Your nose is gonna drop when that happens. And the plane is gonna yaw right because the remaining thrust suddenly becomes uneven. They're under control now. You feel it?"Helen raised her head up from Jake's shoulder and looked around carefully. There was no smoke in the cabin, no more. Marla was loving this, doing her daughter’s hair and gazing in the mirror at those lovely tits with candy-pink nipples.“You know, watching me and Bob fucking.”“It’s kind of hard on me, I’ll admit.” Marla smiled at her daughter in the mirror.Sally giggled in her cute way. “You mean it’s hard on Bob, don’t you? He sure can get a hard cock, can’t he, Mother?”Marla nodded, drawing the brush through Sally’s soft hair. “He can get a beautiful hard-on,” she agreed.“Why don’t you fuck him, Mother?”A. On the way home I asked Jay what the deal was with the twink in the bathroom. He told me that the twink was what was known as a "Honeyboi." Jay said that honeybois belonged to some daddy who volunteered them for toilet service, which basically meant that they were there to suck cock, drink piss, even get fucked, by any Bull who wanted to do them.As time passed, I couldn't get the idea of the honeybois, being told by their men to perform this service. I mean, I was young, but I was a male, and. Denise gently touched my shoulder.“Hey,” She said.“Yeah?”“I couldn’t help it, but... I saw you looking, and..." She said.“Well...” I replied. “You were...”Denise then bit her lip again and said... “Yeah... You know what, what’s your name?"“Chad Dupree."“Nice to meet you, Chad Dupree,” She said.I got interrupted in the middle of my story.“Uh, I call bullshit again,” Kendra said. “But masturbating? In class?”“Um, Kendra? I know this sounds far fetched as hell, but shhh,” I said, shushing.