"Yes thank you. White wine. Any." "May I suggest this," he said, handing me a glass. I took a sip. "Mmm, this is delicious actually." "Ahh, I thought ...ou'd like. It was made with a blend of fruit, peach being the most flavorful," he smiled again. I stood drinking while he served more people. I began lazily people watching, seeing the small talk and smiles, the occasional group laughter. It wasn't all that bad, it just didn't compare to going to the beach. I'm being selfish, I thought. "Another. I tried to fuck her brains out but that was damn near impossible as I found out. We got a couple of hours sleep before she had to go back to her husband and catch their flight home. I got all of the ways to contact her too.At the airport I ran into both ladies…we were all on the same plane to Syracuse. Ginger asked Cindy and I if we wanted to join the mile high club. Cindy was all for it. She wanted me to fill her pussy up again and I was happy to do it.Ginger let Cindy go in with me first.. Jo grabbed Chione. The others snatched Bill and sat him on the carpet."Drive," said the Cheese."Whoa! a magic carpet!" exclaimed Bill.He thought for just a second, held out his hand flat, palm up. The carpet rose a few feet. He turned his palm down. The carpet settled. Palm up ... rise. He pointed a finger and the carpet moved forward. He shifted and pointed behind and the carpet slowed, stopped and backed up. He held up his hand palm out, the carpet stopped and hovered. "This is cool. Where. Without any fanfare at all, she unbuttoned the blouse and shrugged it off, to reveal a white, functional bra, just like my mother’s. She didn’t undo it herself, though.Instead, she turned her back to me and said, “Unhook me, sweetie?”Like I knew how to unhook a bra.I fumbled with it for ten or fifteen seconds.“You’ve never done this before, have you?” she commented.“Uh ... no,” I said, using the same voice some people use when they say, “Well Duh!”“Good,” she said. “You’re too young to be.