M., a Cessna Citation X taxied up to our back door; per Ronnie's instructions, we were to simply get on the plane, no luggage, no questions asked. We ...ook off, and flew. It was a beautiful day for flying, even though we had no idea where we were going. Finally, the pilot set the plane down and said,"Welcome to Aruba."We spent the next two weeks on the beautiful island, surrounded by crystal-clear water.When our two weeks were up, the pilot returned for us and returned us safely to our back. Life couldn't be better. I walked in the door and hollered, "Hi, Honey, I'm home!" There was no response, and that surprised me because I could hear the TV-- Brenda was home. I walked into the den and she was sitting staring at the program. I repeated, "Hi, Honey," as a prelude to a torrent of words telling her about the wonderful morning I'd had on the course. She turned and glared at me and snapped off the set.I was taken aback. "What's the matter?" I asked. "You don't know!? You really don't. But she would never even take my cock out of my pants. Sometimes I came by her rubbing me, but most dates were just exercises in sexual frustration.” “I know, I used to hear you jerking off after you got home. I guess you never realized that when you stroked your cock, your whole bed shook and bounced against the wall. Mom and I always got had good chuckle about that.” Ginger paused again, and blushed. She got up to pour another drink, and then continued, still not looking at me. “That prom. "Hmm. And what's inside this package?" Something for you. Just for you. Come home with me and see..."I guess I couldn't refuse that offer. I was reasonably drunk and ready to see her naked. When we got back to her apartment, I could see the hints of that devious smile on her face- almost like there was a secret she was just dying to tell, but couldn't. At this point I was pretty much entranced by her charms and ready to do whatever she asked. Which, as it turned out, was a good thing.She got us.