The lack of sleep the night before finally caught up to her and she drifted off. Peter noticed it and quietly asked one of the flight attendants for a...blanket for her, covering her and letting her sleep for a bit."Hey, sleepyhead, better wake up - we're almost there. You want to see Los Angeles from the air don't you?" he said tapping her on the shoulder. Charlotte sat bolt upright, wide awake now and nose pressed to the small window.About twenty minutes later, they had landed and were pulling. ..you know just what you like, don't you." Derek's smooth, deep voice triggers an almost instant reaction and Jon cums but keeping going. He keeps stroking. "Fuck...not done..." Derek strokes his cock faster, on the verge of climax. "Oh shit. Make me cum, baby. Yeah!" Derek's balls smack his thigh as he watches Jon's first cum load drip down his fist as he strokes fast and furious. Working the object deeper into his tight hole and then... "AHHHHHHHH!!!" Jon arches off the bed and shoots another. I was doomed. I couldn’t exist around them like this, and I didn’t know why it was happening. I wanted them, all three of them. I wanted to lick them, kiss them, fuck them, and make love to them. I wanted it hard and dirty, and soft and sweet; I wanted them in all the different ways possible. I wanted to stick my cock in both of my sisters and my mother. God, I felt so dirty.I started shoveling food into my mouth. I missed most of what Heather and Mom were saying, but they seemed better. Both. Beads of perspiration had already broken out on his forehead. She nodded. She’d understood ten minutes ago, but had learned to be patient with Ginger. He thought that the more he spoke, the more he earned his corn. That was okay with her. She had never met any of her employers face-to-face and used Ginger to front up the deals for her. Until lately, he had proven to be the perfect foil, but despite today’s briefing he was staring to become lazy. That was a problem for her, and one she would.