No one gives a shit what you look like on these long flights, might as well be comfortable. Plus that, if you dress nicely, panhandlers at airports tr... to approach you for handouts. None but the bravest approached him, though, he barreled through crowds and walked with a purpose. ‘We’ll be landing in about forty five minutes,’ the flight attendant told Sharon when Sharon asked for the hundredth time when they’d be landing. ‘And then we go to the Excelsior Hotel and…’ Sharon started telling. .. those kinds of stories, but just a comforting, oddly, safe, kind of feeling. I was there to keep Jenny safe and warm while she was unconscious, but oddly, I felt a warmth and safety with this girl, and I quickly dropped off to sleep. The next morning I awoke, before Jenny did. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and her forehead seemed to be about the right temperature, and her skin had normal color, her breathing was deep and unhurried. I figured she'd weathered at least one of her. Paul was coming over for sex with me more often by this time and told me that my sister had him on a cuckold regime, she was off the pill and fucking one or two men every day, but she had him in a cock cage and on clean up duty. When he explained what he meant by ‘clean up duty’ I became very turned on by the idea of a husband licking his wife’s pussy after another man had cum off in her. I had experienced a bit of that when he licked me during my ‘wedding gang fuck’. My sister had given him. I forced myself not to cringe. "So how else was I to do it again? Why, with my magical cunt, of course. So I took my father inside me, and he's never left." Mom summoned a new glass and took another shot of tequila. "I did it for you, you ungrateful little shit," she said. "My father assured me that Gus wouldn't dare lift a finger against his own children. But your father has never loved anyone the way he loves those Farrier women. Cindy most of all, maybe, but his mother only slightly less..