"Christ," Mike muttered to himself and flicked open the in-flight magazine to see what third-rate movies they were running on this leg. Mike had a day...layover in New York and then he would make a connecting flight to London. He was glad to be heading home.Eventually the crowd thinned out enough so that the hostie could get to him and she plonked the tumbler of insipid bubbly on his tray table and spun on her heels to depart. Mike kicked his pillow under the seat in front of him and called. ..and then three, and four and five and about that time I stopped counting. It wasn't long before I cut myself off knowing at some point I'd have to drive us home. Stacy on the other hand wasn't quite ready to stop. By then she was more than a little intoxicated and like many women do when they've had too much to drink, she started getting vocal.Stacy:"You done drinking already?" Screw that, I'm getting another!"I politely encouraged her to quit as she'd clearly had enough, but in a drunken. “Do you kids want us to call you for dinner or wait until you’re all fucked out?” she asked nonchalantly.“Let us know when dinner is ready and we’ll see what we’re doing,” I replied while Dawn and Nancy gawked.“I wish our parents were so cool,” Dawn commented.“Brian earned the trust by being honest with both his mom and mine,” Pam commented as we walked to her room. We couldn’t use the master bedroom because all five of us had clothes in there. Fifteen minutes later, I was balls deep in Nancy. After about ten minutes I went back to see how Ellen was doing. Her eyes were closed and she had kicked the sheets onto the floor. She had one leg off each side of the table. She didn’t hear me approaching until I was at the door to my massage room. Apparently she was not as relaxed as I had thought. I think she had added a little extra massage of her own. My massage had actually gotten her aroused and tensions were building inside her. As I reached the doorway, I saw her quickly pull her hand.