I had to get back to first class. Frank was in the lavatory fucking Donna. No one was watching the rest of our bimbo wives. He thought I was fine. He ...hought the intelligence serum had given me my normal...“Oh, yes,” I purred, gooey delight coating all my thoughts. The old me, the boring me, kept trying to interfere. It was time to have fun. “I want you to feed my pussykitty on the plane. So I can be in the high mile club.”“Mile high,” the man groaned, his finger sinking into my wet, juicy. Rob, go show him the plane."They walked into the hanger and parked just outside was the plane they were going to take. It was a biplane, a two seater of course, and painted bright yellow with a red painted tail. On the body was the plane's identification number and the name "Ruff Landing" written under the cockpit."I thought I was going up in a crop duster?" They are doing some maintenance on the crop duster so they are using this one." Oh."As they made a circle around the plane Patricia came. The 5’8”, curvy brown-skinned vixen walked upstairs the master suite that inhabited the entire floor. She started a bath in the spa tub adding shea-infused bath minerals to the water. It was 2:09 p.m. in London so it was 6:09 in Cali. Asha knew Lola was an early riser. So, she got in the warm water and placed an audio call using the WiFi. “Hey, bish,” beamed Lola.“Bish,” Asha drew out the expression.“What’s up? How’s London. How is that African dick?”“Gurl, it’s great! Let me tell you I said. “Not yet, I need you hard as rock and horny as a cat in heat”. She got on her chair and this time her dress rode up and I could finally catch a slight glimpse of her shaven mount. Only a slight glimpse as the light was shining thru that dress but not enough to illuminate everything but enough to have man’s mind complete the rest. We sat there for what felt like forever when she finally said, “Let’s get out of here, you are ready.” I stood up and by now I can’t give a hell what the people in.