My head hurt thinking about it.The joy I felt at no longer being Sheila's "guest-prisoner" quickly faded as the ongoing war in my gut went nuclear. I ...ort of recall a post-midnight kitchen raid as Darlene, Serena, StarShine, and I foraged for snacks and goodies. Anything to feed a wicked case of the munchies. Kitchen-Karma got its revenge as my stomach bubbled, gurgled, and churned like a science project gone bad. I clamped my jaws shut and fought the urge to hurl."Oh my fucking word, this. “I’m just going to check up on Emily.” She said as he stepped into the shower. Clive soaped himself all over, paying close attention to his groin and the hair there that was matted with both his and his daughters dried cum. He had just stepped out and was drying himself when his wife stepped back in. She was not best pleased and he felt a stab of worry lance through him.“I asked you to do one thing!”He sighed, too tired for an argument. “What have I not done?”“When I said ‘put her to bed’ I. During the flight Candi and I walked up to the ladies room together. Naturally, Candi had an idea.When I returned to my seat I said to Mike, "Are you feeling O.K.? Do you need me to help you?" I nodded yes. Mike followed my lead and said "Yes."I placed my hand over Mike's panty encased cock and began to lightly stroke him through his shorts. Mike spread his legs and moved down his seat a little. I told him, "That's it, close your eyes, you will feel better soon." I stroked him as if I was. I simply stare at her as she does. She ties the other side to the bed post. Before moving to the other side to my other arm up, she kisses me lightly on the lips. I lean forward to try and deepen the kiss, but she slowly retreats and laughs lightly. She ties my other arm and then my legs. I struggle lightly to test my bonds. I can only move a few inches with each limb. She then crawls up to me. Her cold hands are flat on my skin as she slowly moves down to kiss me again. This time she allows me.