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  1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 17


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Diary, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    [[[-IF4-P17.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 17: "Genealogy" ------------------------------------------- -*- Sunday, June 14, 2015 -*- -*- 41,000 Feet Over The Atlantic Ocean -*- I awoke to the sound of running water and took a moment to figure out why I was not home in my own bed back in Sandvika. There was a flat-panel television monitor embedded in the wall at the foot of this unfamiliar, yet highly comfortable bed, with an American sporting event blaring away on it. Game 4 of the NBA Finals between the Golden State Warriors and the Cleveland Cavaliers, which actually took place three days prior, was being played in a continual loop. I watched the end of the game two hours ago; Golden State won, 103-82. I stretched. My body felt loose and relaxed and sore, all mixed together in the most wonderful way. There were four small, circular windows, made of triple-layered acrylic plastic, to my immediate left, the sun beaming brightly through them. A set of women's clothing - a pair of jeans, a tank-top, bra, panties, shoes and sneakers - were folded in a nice, neat little stack on top of the adjacent recliner. To my right, the washroom door was partially open and there was the unmistakable sound of Lily Allen, the famed British pop musician, playing from the in-shower radio. Actually, I think the music woke me more than the running water did. Hmmmmm... yes. I was aboard our ...
    private family jetliner, an _Airbus A319 ACJ_, and was en route from Oslo, Norway to the Dayton International Airport in Vandalia, Ohio. Yay!... chalk up another 4,000 miles of airline travel for me. This plane had been custom-built from front to back. Several of my wives dubbed it a _flying hotel_ because it had nearly every amenity that one could find in a five-star resort. I spared no expense on it and was quite happy with the result. This luxury bedroom was just one of its many highlights. Unlike previous transoceanic excursions, however, the great majority of the ladies - as well as both of my children - were still home in Norway. In fact, aside from my outstanding personal flight crew (Captain Mike, his wife Carolyn and her sister Barbara, and co-pilot Craig), the only other person on this eight hour jaunt across the mighty Atlantic Ocean was my precious and (most) newly pregnant wife, Lindsay. After informing me two days ago that she was expecting (due date: February 15, 2016), Lindsay decided that instead of telling her mother and three sisters the wonderful news via _Skype_ and video chat on the Internet, she much rather do so _in person_. It took some serious prodding and a whole lot of sweet talk on her part (and several hundred battings of her eyelashes), but Lindsay was somehow able to convince me to round up my personal flight crew and compensate them nicely to escort the two of us on yet another long, daunting flight so she could break the news to her family ...
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