She was looking amazingly chipper. It made me smile.Flying First Class isn't as bad as Coach, but it's still not wonderful. The plane is still noisy, ...he seats are still lumpy (though far better than Coach), there's still not much room to move around. I know, I know, I'm a whiner. So sue me. I really don't like flying much.The flight attendant, a pretty Fijian girl whose name tag read Sereana, came by with hot towels to wash away the sleep from our faces, and a few minutes later she came by. I went in first. In the darkened storeroom we were out of sight from the street but I could still see out. It was trashed, like everywhere else in this godforsaken city. We found a place to squat and I cranked open the fruit. The smell was maddening. I grabbed a slice with my fingers and wolfed it down, then handed the can to her. She did the same. I passed her some of my stale crackers. We shared the food silently and sat there for a bit, dozing, not hungry for the first time in days. It was. "You're damn right I want to join. I'm staying wet half the time thinking about it." In that case I guess I need to do something to keep you wet the other half," John said as he lowered his head and used his tongue to first tease her nipples and then on down between her legs. Laura gasped and strained at her bonds. It was going to be a long wait until Friday. As John closed his lips around her clit and started to suck she realized it was also going to be a long night.Friday came. John and Laura. "Alberto Salaneo looked up at his daughter yelling across the restaurant and apologizes to the customers. Walking over to them, he looked sternly at Stella and then smiled warmly at Molly."Where have'a yu been little one? You have'a scare your poor'a mama by disappearin' like'a that! She should'a took'a you over her lap an'a spank'a yu bottom!"Molly blushed at Mr. Salaneo's words, and replied, "I am sorry, I really am. I had no control over what happened to me. However, I am home for now, and I.