80 on the auto throttles. The auto throttles were like a cruise control for airplanes. An hour into the flight Dave swapped with Mike who would take c...mmand of the jet for the rest of the flight to Tokyo. Dave went to the galley and put in a few prepared meals.“What you want to eat,” Dave asked Elli.Closing her notebook once again Elli smiled, “What do you have.”“Well, looks like we have Salmon and Lobster, Fillet Mignon, or Pasta Primavera,” Dave replied. “I’ll take the Lobster,” Elli sweetly. I preferred April thinking of me as a Bad Uncle. We were barely in the door before I was tearing those shorts off of her. I had her kneel on the edge of the bed as I ran my tongue up and down the crack of her ass. Pausing only when she moaned with pleasure and then I would revisit that area again. She was soaking wet between her legs and soon I was submerged into her juices as far as my tongue and nose could go. Her soft moans and groans and cries of, "oh yes", told me that teenage boys still. "Brandon didn't go into much detail, but I'll get all the juicy stuff out of him one of these nights. It all sounded so hot." Everyone, myself included, shot an eyebrow up when Sasha said that. Could my love be curious about threesomes, about sex with women, or was she just trying to get a rise out of all of us? That might be a good topic for discussion when we get into bed one of these nights. "Well, it was very hot," said Jeri, the color returning to her face. "And we have been talking to. We shared the shower, played and giggled like school children, hurried getting dressed, brushed and all ready to go, then we went out for breakfast at a log cabin, pancake house we'd driven past a couple of times. Beth Ann mentioned eating there, someday and today was that someday.The place was a typical home style mom and pop. The owners both worked the counter and ran roughshod over a large staff, who looked they had been there for decades. Their food was filling. I couldn't have eaten.