I'll see how I feel."Her mother looks her up and down and smirks, "Well, I think you should stick to your full 2hours. You're getting chubby in all th... wrong places, and if you don't watch yourself, which man will want you, especially at your age! You're almost past your expiry date c***d!"Fatima rolls her eyes in exasperation, mumbles a goodbye and practically runs to the front door, grabbing her gym bag and heading to her car.Fatima was attractive, with an hour glass figure, long, black hair. “Goodnight,” I replied, as I lay there waiting to get my relaxation session started.As the other occupants slept, I reached the point of increasing the speed at which I was stroking my cock, a bunch of Kleenex nearby to collect my sticky white fluid in, when I heard a muffled sigh from across the aisle.I froze. Had I imagined it?“Please, don’t stop!” came a whispered plea.I felt myself blushing.“Please, carry on,” came the voice again. “I want to watch you. I need to watch you!”I turned my head. Then walked a couple of miles to a private airfield where I paid cash for a pilot to fly all of us out of state. He logged the flight as solo training hours leaving no record of us on the flight. He only could give gender and slight descriptions as we were very quick in boarding the plane and he was told not to remember us. He laughed and said who was going to come asking him about a solo flight. He told him not to be surprised as some bad people were after one of us the rest were bodyguards. I got there first and got us checked in. At the desk the guy upgraded us, which was nice.I got squared away and called Jon to tell him what room we were in. His flight was delayed a couple of hours so I figured I could go down and play some cards.In the end I just hit a bar. I was people-watching and getting a little buzz on. A couple of girls, Marti and Susan, were at the table next to me and we got to talking. They were on a stag weekend as well. As with me and Jon, all their friends had.