It’s so damned hard to sleep on planes.”She finished her drink and ordered another. After a beer and ½ duty called and I went to use the restroom... I was feeling a little buzzed from the alcohol, and thought if maybe this will be the flight where I join the exclusive “Mile High Club”. I often fantasized about sex on an airplane. Part of the excitement is the thrill associated with the possibility of getting caught. I finished relieving my bladder, and headed back to the bar. I still had 45. She slipped on a sexy, red lingerie and then her sexiest red dress. After doing her make up she took one last look in the mirror. With a nod of approval to herself in the mirror she grabbed a bag of goodies she had packed and headed to work. It was a little earlier than normal, but she had a lot to get done today if she wanted her plan to work out.When she got to work the only one there was David. She greeted him, “Morning David!”“Good morning Stacee! You are looking rather. It took a second or two more for Faith to realize that was because she was still pressing his face into her ass. Quickly she released. Sometimes slayer strength was a real pain: he'd be no good to her passed out.* * *Moments later, a gasping, panting Al Samuels found himself staring down at the buxom girl with the long, black hair while she sucked his rod for the second time that evening. He became entranced by the bobbing motion her head made - and, shit time to face facts, the incredible. He would have to be deported. Carl began to cry again, pleading with John. He decided Carl could remain on one condition; he would have to be fixed. Reluctantly Carl agreed. John drove Carl and Susan to the local veterinary clinic. The doctor put Carl under and began the operation to remove his testicles. There was no one in the waiting room so John unzipped his fly pulled out his quickly hardening member. Susan didn’t need any coaxing this time; she pulled her underpants down inside her cloak.