? Jim looked over with troubledeyes while trying to restart the idle motor. ?Uh Oh!? We got real problems!??The plane began to descend at a rapid rate...and I strained tosee something outside but everything was getting darker and darker. ?Where are we?? ?Not sure,? he replied, ?but somewhere between Brisbaneand Tonga.? This wind has blown us way off course and myradio doesn?t pick up any signals.? Gotto find something we can land on before too long, though.? As we descended, I could see the sweat. Moving slowly to avoid waking him, Lesa maneuvered herself down Jake's torso until she could take his morning erection into her mouth. His snoring stopped as soon as she closed her lips over his shaft and began drawing them up the shaft to the flare of his glans. On her third trip down the shaft she heard, "That feels fabulous, and I hate to interrupt you, but I have to pee something awful. Please let me up before I fatally embarrass myself."Lesa drew her tight lips over the tip and released it. “Yes and no,” I said. “We can’t use that name because it is Gambetta and Crary’s rendition. We’re simply billing it as ‘Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Major.’ We have our own hell to go through with it.”“That’s really what that riotous piece is called?” Rachel asked. “I thought it was just a spoof. I didn’t know it was really Mozart.”“Well, the whole Sonata isn’t as crazy as that one part but nearly everyone recognizes the Turkish March when they hear it. They just don’t realize that’s what. Oh, I was in trouble, but I’m still not sure who was more to blame. It’s a hell of a thing, particularly for a man from where I’m from, to not only experience multiple sequential orgasms, but do so for more than a day straight… I could have probably filled a lab with all the chemicals swimming in my brain by the end of it.We had started in the mid morning after breakfast. I know that much. I also distinctly recall the sun coming up the next morning. Other than that, I don’t have much reference.