I wanted to look away, but couldn’t.Aunt Janet stood with a hand towel balled in her fist, cum on her skirt, the gloopy string drying in her hair.Af...er an eternity, I saw Janet’s throat work as she swallowed heavily. Then she said, “Got a bit carried away, didn’t we?”I wasn’t sure what she meant. To my ears it sounded ambiguous. Was she saying she regretted what had happened between us, or was she just making light of it out of embarrassment?While I struggled to formulate some response, my aunt. He could feel her nipples swell and push into his chest. Her hands went under the back of his sweater and drew him closer. His hands went into her hair and pulled her mouth tighter to hers. How good her hands felt on his bare back, caressing his muscles. They sank down to the floor in front of the fire. She pulled him on top of her and ground her body against his crotch. She was panting with desire and he knew that they could not wait much longer. Both of their needs were at a peak and was not. Their flight would cross the international date line east of New Zealand.Charlie was right. It was a long and uncomfortable flight. Mike did manage to snatch brief naps before his chin bouncing off his chest and an aching neck woke him up, bleary-eyed and stiff. He made himself useful by brewing fresh coffee in the galley and running refills to the flight crew.He expected that Charlie's connection with the air freighter had gotten him cleanly away from Christchurch without leaving an easy trail. The easy was to let them enjoy the girls. Ann said, ‘Tim lets just do what they ask, if they take us to jail we’ll be ****d anyway, at least this way we might get out of here.’ I looked at her and Dawn, and saw that while Ann was scared she was at least thinking straight. Dawn, however had this distant look on her face, and I realized she was much more excited than afraid. The three of us were hustled off to a Quonset hut area behind the small air terminal. There were more crude dirty.