Cynthia taxied us out to the end of the runway. We were really fully loaded.I nodded to Cynthia. She started us down the runway. We were one half of t...e way down the runway when we finally achieved airspeed. Cynthia pulled back on the yoke and we started to climb. We climbed slowly. Cynthia did not want to hear the stall alarm. I was fine with that plan. We were on our way to India.We were flying a island hopping route. We would pass over the asteroid crater in north Burma. We would also fly. ”“Several groups disappeared?” John asked. “Was one of them on the coast?”“Yes, sir. That unit vanished entirely; not a shred of evidence of what happened to them.”“I can tell you about that unit. They captured a merchant ship, then set about raiding up the coast to capture slaves for selling. They met a fishing village that was prepared for an attack, and arising from that, the entire unit is dead, to a man; no survivors. Your other units I cannot explain; perhaps they deserted.” The men. This must be his climax I thought, but then Mum cried out: “Alan, do me in my pussy while Ray is buggering me!” Fuck! I almost came at the very thought, this was SO dirty. Ray stopped and looked at me quizzically, a questioning look on his face. I nodded at him agreeing we should do her together. How to arrange it though? Mum took charge. “Get on your back, Alan, I'll get on top of you and then Ray can go up my bottom from behind!” We didn't need telling twice. I lay on my back, Mum knelt down. It only made a pair of passes before the tracing fingers forked and pushed her folds apart, working their way from the base of her slit to rest of either side of her mildly engorged clit. A second hand pressed first one finger, then two, into Alice’s tight tunnel, and the forking fingers shifted to a light stroking action, encouraging her clit to grow. The other hand withdrew from her core and disappeared for a moment. It returned when her nub neared maximum engorgement, and dabbed a bit of.