I knew that was not an option because they wouldn’t fit into my economy-sized backpack designed for carry-on luggage.The passengers were a geriatric...blend of Baltic upper-class mostly returning from a shopper’s tour of the decadent west.All of the crew spoke grammatically correct English and they seemed on their best behavior in remaining aloof from personal contact with the “sheep” in the grazing pen, me included. I had met the same sort of attitude in the Asian and Middle-Eastern airline. I don't have a massive cock, like some of the guys at the party, but I often seem to manage to push the right buttons for Poppy. I don't always make her come, but on the occasions that I do, it is always immensely satisfying and I love to watch her body shake as she goes through the final stages of an orgasm. She is also so incredibly polite and friendly, that I almost feel guilty about fucking her, but then I see her face impaled on another guy's cock and my feelings of guilt soon disappear. No doubt some of the young upstarts were meddling in matters that should be left alone. Whatever it was, he thought he should put a stop to it. Those red-haired sirens were definitely involved — and they were entering his domain; he would show them what it was to tangle with one of the most powerful of the gods! ------It started on the second day. A cloying mist descended, and sight of land was soon lost. The sea became incredibly calm; millpond calm. Looking down, I could see my reflection in. David Andrew's mother turned out to be the easiest of their challenges. She stood six feet tall with dark Auburn hair shoulder length. She was not exactly slim and petite but her generous arse and 40DD tits looked normal on her frame. Like Sarah she too shaved her cunt but the main difference was her clit, when aroused her clit looked almost like a miniature cock.David's mum had an ensuite bathroom which proved to be the only problem they encountered. David got round this by sticking large.