It's a 12-hour flight from San Francisco International Airport to London Heathrow, and as it grows darker outside, the flight attendants turn the cabi... lights down so passengers can nap if they want to."I'm a little sleepy after that gin and tonic," Virginia said."Here, let me give you my blanket," I replied."What are you going to use?" That's OK, you can have it." Look, it's big enough that we can both share it. If you move into the middle seat you can take this side and stretch it across you.. As I looked at my perfect breasts and flat stomach by the dim light of the stars, I still felt a little guilty about not sharing my treasure with Ron, my good friend. Still, he was far more "macho" than I was, and even though we could surely make some kind of monetary profit from my find, I wanted the earrings for my personal use. I didn't think he'd be as enchanted as I was about being able to assume the guise of a gorgeous girl! I thought about Ron some more and realized that along with my. Frank knew the twins were up to something, probably trying to see if they could trick him with who was who. He glanced out to the kitchen and caught the eye of his wife Brenda, but she simply looked at him. Normally she would try to give him a non-verbal clue as to which boy was which. Not this evening. “Frankie did, huh? Not tonight, guys.”The boys giggled and ran off, making their father wonder if he had gotten it wrong. He never knew how his wife kept them straight, and he knew they tried to. “They can go to the bathroom over there,” pointed D’Lon.“Y’all heard my nigga! Go change,” bellowed Lee-Ron. He turned to his relative and asked, “What made you want some ass?”“Saw some shit tonight that turned me on,” admitted D’Lon.“Dats wassup! You drankin’,” asked the dope man.“Yeah! I got some brown.”“Me too. Get some cups. Need to get deez bitches right.”Sweet Pea walked out first. He was a five-foot-ten, 217-pound, chubby boi. He had on a white fishnet cupless chemise. His moods were on.