April was back in her seat. She actually looked pretty out of it. When I nudged her, I saw her glassy eyes. On the tray table I saw the cap to one of ...he little alcohol bottles they sell on the planes, but the bottle was nowhere to be seen.Before I could go look for a flight attendant, to tell her it looked like April snagged a bottle or two during her bitching fest, one was right beside me.“Yeah. I wasn’t about to let her go back on a rampage again,” she told me. “Gave her a Vicodin and bottle. She laughed at his clumsiness.“You should put the lotion on your hands first, then on me.”“Sorry, ma’am.” Sandy watched Paul squeeze the lotion into his hands and cautiously apply it on her bottom. She wiggled her bum in the pleasure of two young men taking care of her needs.John, on the other hand, knew what he was doing. He was beside her, moving his hands to her hanging boobs and squeezing them. The pleasure her body received took control of her faculties and she gave herself over to the. ..“Go ahead, take it out,” he ordered as she grinned at me wickedly.I didn’t have to be told twice. And within moments, I was stroking my cock, already slick of its own accord as my fist pumped up and down. He speed up the tempo of his strokes to match my own, grunting a little with the effort. She was gasping as well, head lolling in ecstasy. And I suspect I was groaning a good bit, too. I wasn’t going to last long at that rate, my cock was so sloppy wet, my excitement peaking as I watched. “So you a top, or a bottom?” My blunt questions were probably making Skylar have second thoughts, but he didn’t bolt, rather quietly stammered, “I – I am, more of a… bottom…. But I can top too.” he offered. “Good. I like to fuck and not be fucked. So we’ll be just fine…. Take off your shirt…” I commanded him. He was wearing blue and white flannel shirt, with a white insulated underwear type shirt on underneath. Two silver chains hung around his neck, one with a dog tag, the other with a.