“Damn It!” Charles shouted as another downdraft shook the plane. Sasha looked into the rear of the plane seeing Charles half leaning against a cra...e with one leg stuck in the trousers. He managed to finally get into the gear, seated and strapped into the folding seat in the cockpit.Al confirmed they were in their restraints and began descending for landing.Sasha peered at Al. “I don’t see a runway.”Al was struggling with the controls but responded, “It’s a glacier. A little wind blown snow on. The less said on that, the better.The point was that we got home early. Even though I was tired, I believed I could handle Adrian and Holly. I even had a wicked idea running around in my head that could be the perfect thing for tonight.After it was decided that Amy and Lucille would sleep in Adrian's room, and Holly and Adrian would sleep in my bed, sweet and tender "Goodnight kisses" were shared all around.I did go and shower off, as I had been drenched with sweat, which really sucks after it. Her girlfriends from work had decided to throw her a surprise birthday party (how they found out it was her birthday, she still didn't know!) and now that they had gone, she was picking up the napkins and wine glasses and other trappings of her party.It had been a fun time, despite her being a bit sad at becoming "the big thirty-five" this year. She had finally reached what she considered middle age.Earlier that day, she was having herself a little pity party… here she was, in the prime of her. I looked at her and kissed her while raising her hands.I started to lick her armpits and shoulders. I told her I loved her like this. Your sweat turns me on more. She gasped even more, as I fondled her boobs. I lowered my hands into her track pants and started to finger her in wet pussy. It was already dripping wet.I then carried her to my bed. I lowered myself on her tracksuit and removed it. I started to lick her. She told me she hasn’t been licked her for a long time. I licked the juices.