The sound of the engines always had a soporific effect for me, especially at night. I awoke when the plane’s intercom came alive hours later. John w...s on again, “Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to awaken you if you are asleep. We are about thirty minutes from landing in Denmark. As you probably noticed we had a smooth and uneventful flight. I’ll see you all on the ground in a half-hour. The local time is eleven-fifteen on a Saturday morning.”We washed up and I even got a shave in before we touched. I know you'll keep a confidence, so I'm not worried." You think this is still going to do a good job on my hands?" Yes, I do, Carl. I think it's going to be just as good as the original except for the aroma." Well then, I guess I'd better get to testing it tomorrow," I said.Then I had another thought."Say Merlin, the boys are bound to notice I'm not using the regular stuff. What should I tell them if they ask?" Well, if you were in the marketing department of my old employer, you'd be saying it. His cock hardening at the way I pant, and moan, surendering to him as his violently forceful fingers mold my nipples into painful points. His touch and caresses leave me brethless and begging. A bitter-sweet, almost fearal cry ecscapes my parted lips as his fingers contact the tight flesh of my throbing clit. He works it, as if it were the stings of his most prized Gibson, twitching over it without care, plucking. I moan, my voice filling his ears. He delights in my call. He slides his. Copy that, Air Force One, Anchorage control responded. Turn to heading 47, youre 102 miles out from Anchorage. Shit! Well try to hold it in the air that long. Weve achieved stable flight for the moment. Copy that. Coast guard has been advised and is sending a cutter if you have to put it down in the water. I glanced at Lydia. Throttle up. Raider 3 to Air Force One, your plane has been swept clean of the…uh…gremlins, one of the F-22 pilots reported. Be advised, you are missing the port elevator.