.. An old Roman general once commented, better to have no grave marker and have people ask why there wasn't one, compared to having a marker and havin... people ask why it was there... I jumped back to the plane about 7:30 AM. The women had finished their talk with the girls and had opened the plane. Everybody was standing around outside and the girls were getting a bit of exercise exploring the cornfield. The plane was pretty big, but they had to stay close to keep from getting lost in the high. She said, “I’m so sorry, Babe…”Confused, I asked, “Sorry? For what?”She explained, “I laid down for a minute back there and passed out. I guess I just needed a nap.”I smiled and said, “That’s ok.”She asked, “Anything interesting happen while I was out?”Still smiling, I said, “Nothing much; the cleaning lady was here—a new girl; had a bit of a French accent.”Cherry looked around and asked, “Did she do a good job? Was she thorough?”I answered, “Yeah, she was great. She even wore a nice. I grasp the nipples through the bra, making you yelp meekly, and twist and turn them. I squeeze your tits relentlessly. Until I move over to my suitcase and extract a nice ball gag. You open your mouth knowingly as soon as you see it and I put it in place. “Take off your bra,” I demand. Your tits are now bare. I can see they are already slightly reddened, but that is nothing compared to what is to come. I peruse your lightly hued tits intently for a second before I command you to stand up. Mind reading is as useful as an 18 year old in bed. At least my second life got more interesting. “Push,” I heard a doctor say. Here we go have to be a baby. Half an hour later I cried like normal human babies. I swear, how are you humans so weak at birth? My “mom” a black woman named Ashley, a total babe. About 5’3” round face, thick lips, cute little nose and giant dark brown eyes. She had tits for days but her ass none to be found. I mean American Airlines contacted her to ask if they.