I should tell you that Huanna had a great body still and was one of those women that men look at and think instinctively of sex. I was as excited as s...he was. I laid down a couple of rules, no meetings in or closer to our home and she had to be home by 1 a.m., then she went off. I went to bed at about half-eleven with a book but couldn’t concentrate, my mind kept on wondering exactly what she was doing, or even perhaps how she was doing it.She was late home, which didn’t please me, but I knew. “One way glass, we can see out but no one can see in.” She said pleased with herself.She took him into the kitchen, all the units were in white, a large Agra cooker, tower fridges and freezers a wine fridge and wine rack, all nicely stocked, he noticed.As she led him upstairs he was acutely aware of the sway of the tight yellow bikini bottom she wore. She showed him the guest bedrooms that were slightly smaller versions of their own room but in different colour systems, rose marble, pale blue. Take-off and climb weren’t noteworthy. Nor was the meal. It had grown very late, and everybody else on the airplane had their reading lights turned out and seemed to be asleep. That is except for the couple directly across from us. They kept looking at us and I couldn’t figure out why. I wouldn’t have noticed except that I kept looking at them, hoping to see some sign of them turning their lights out so that we could implement our plan to make love on the airplane.Finally, with a look of. His son, after all, wasn’t supposed to have girls over when the parents weren’t home.At first it was all just routine, ‘kids studying’ kind of stuff. Then they apparently got done with the assignment and began just shooting the bull. After awhile Morgan’s attraction to his son became obvious, as she moved ever closer and her comments got more suggestive. He couldn’t make out exactly what she said, but then they moved to the couch, unknowingly sitting directly under one of the cameras hidden in.