He remembered he used to love to fly when he was little. Now it was just a chore that had to be endured, about as much fun as waiting in the dentist's... office for your annual checkup. At least the flight wasn't jam-packed with over-sized derrieres taking up all of their space and a third of their neighbor's. The window seat was his excuse to avoid visual contact with eyes that lingered on his face just a second or two too long. But all in all, the flight was uneventful and Charlie was unpacking. Smiling that mocking smile while I obsessed over her thigh.“I don’t know about you but I could do with something to eat,” said Jill.“Yeah I didn’t eat properly before I came out,” agreed Melanie, “Piza? Or an Indian?”“There’s that new Thai takeaway,” said Sandra.They didn’t even have to say I’d be paying. Evidently the plan was to have a good time and fuel up for a night of sex. So forty minutes later (no coincidence I reckoned) I was taking off the clothes I’d put on to receive the delivery,. She isdressed in a fabulous floral print dress falling to just below her knee,revealing wonderfully smooth legs wrapped in the most expensive WoolfordSheer nude tights she so favours. On her feet she wears a wonderfullyelegant pair of Gucci strappy sandals in rose gold leather with a 4 inchpencil thin heel, exposing manicured toenails glistening with thedeepest of pink varnish. Karen, my sister-in-law sits beside her,dressed immaculately as always from head to toe. She unconsciouslycrosses her. They would soonembrace.She woke. She was lying with her head on his chest, cushion upon his matof chest hair. Her left arm was above her, bent and fingering with thehair on his head. She felt comfortable and peaceful. Her right hand washolding his penis. His penis! She pulled it away."Put it back," he said. "Please." He stroked her hair. "Please."She reached out again and took it, feeling it swell in her hand. Shesaid, "I'm not sure why I am doing this." Perhaps you like me?" he.