The goddess had a name which she now shared with her travelling companions."Hi! I'm Candice," she beamed as she shook each person's hand, first the la...ies, then the old guy and lastly Billy. " But my friends at college just call me Candy." An open invitation for some witty remark, cute or cutting. But no word came from her seat mates although two snorts passed the lassie ladies' lips and a guttural grunt from the old man whose eyes were busy boring a fifth hole in Candy's shorts ... his. Lying on your front, one leg stretched out and the other raised very slightly. One arm by your side and the other pulled up supporting your head. You are clearly fast asleep. You look good, the contrast of skin against the white sheets makes for quite a picture and your cute arse is begging for some attention. I can't be bothered getting undressed, and I sure as hell cant be arsed waking you either. I move onto the bed undoing my trousers as I do, and my cock springs out, hard and long. As I. When I noticed that last one, I turned around with a start, and there he was, a young boy, with eyes that looked at me in a funny way.Obviously, he was naked, showing before me two large pecs, perky, with pink nipples,and although he was squatting, you could distinguish a delicate tuft of hair that was lost between his legs,that made sense a turgid ass and a considerable hard cock erected.- Hello, he said smiling. At that laugh, I couldn't help but laugh too.Still surprised by her spontaneity. John seemed to just take the abuse in stride.We toured the city and the next day we went to see the gang in Macon Georgia. John did not want to come unless we flew business class and I agreed, it was a lot nicer. I was greeted by name by complete strangers. My photograph was in many papers recently as well as on the cover of some magazines.The business people on the plane wanted to talk to me and this more or less shunned Nora and Jack. Jack was mentioned as my business partner along with John.