The Call - Chapter 104 - The Avengers
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9 December 2019

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Do I get to be an Avenger?

I'm a little late in posting this. Sorry. I think we are all asking that question. Do I get to be an Avenger? Probably not, huh. We were on our way to the shoot. We were getting there early to meet the cast and then have lunch. I'd arranged to have Thai food catered. From New York.

It would still be warm. New York to LA takes less time than the average person getting home with takeout.

Oh, I forgot. Leslie here. I'm the scribe for some reason. We had a good size group. Mike, Sarah, Madison, and Lianna who got the table right behind the scene. Hunter, Hallie, and I would be at a table on one side and Tomas and Ruby on the other.

Jon pulled me to the side and asked if I would actually be in the scene. I laughed but he was serious. Sure. Why not. I couldn't tell any of the others. It was a dinner scene with a dozen or so Avengers around a big table. In the scene I was supposed to fly. I told Jon that I was wearing antigrav shoes. I wasn't but he didn't have to know that. What I didn't know was that he had the same conversation with Madison about being in the scene. He wanted spontaneity.

Like we could invent antigrav shoes. Wait, could we invent antigrav shoes? Maybe. Note to self.

So, the scene started, and we all took our places. We sure didn't eat the food. It looked great but was just for show and not edible. We could drink though but they suggested small sips because we would do the shoot multiple times.

That would be a first for me. I won't spoil the movie for you but will tell you a little about the scene.

Oh, I was going to improvise.

All I knew was that bad guys were going to storm the restaurant and I was supposed to fly and get involved in the fight. OK.

The scene started and not long after a group of four men ran in with guns. Everyone, including the crew, was freaking out, which seemed odd, but I flew up and out of my seat.

So did Madison. I was going to have to talk to that girl. Her powers are strong. One of the bad guys turned and snapped off a shot towards us. Madison threw out her hand and grabbed something. She opened her hand and showed it to me.

Fuck. It was a real bullet. That she just caught. No time to think about that. Madison went after the left two and I went after the right two. I could feel Ruby link up to me. I was surprised no one else did but I learned why later.

I froze my two in place and held out my hand. That let me focus and I blew them across the set. They took out several tables and then one fell on them. I turned back just in time to see the other two smash their heads together, knocking them unconscious.

Jon yelled "cut".

He ran up to us.

"That was incredible. I don't know how you did it but wow," said Jon.

Just then an actor dressed in all black walked up.

"Why haven't you called the fight scene and why is the set a mess?" he said. Jon looked at him and then at me.

"Jon those are real bad guys. Firing real bullets. Get security in here and call the police," I said.

This was going to be interesting. If we told the complete truth we would freak out the world. Literally. There were already people upset about our wealth. Then to find out we have powers? Remember the TV show Heroes. Yeah, kind of like that, except we're stupid rich too.

I pulled Madison to the side. We needed to get our story straight. We could explain flying. Shoes, right? How could we explain how we knocked all of them out?

Let alone the bullet Madison caught.

Shit.

Antigrav. It didn't do any of this, but it could. In our imagination.

"Madison. Just say antigrav. The answer to everything is antigrav. When they want your shoes, and they will, refuse. Don't even talk to them without Hunter in the room," I said. "You can think to us during the interview too."

"Got it," said Madison. "I'll play a little dumb about how all this tech works. I'm just a dumb teenager, right? I'll say you gave me the shoes."

"Perfect," I said.

"That was the first time anyone other than Lianna linked with me. A lot of people too," said Madison. "I quickly figured out I had to be careful with that much power. I'm pretty sure I could have launched them into space."

Now this entire conversation was in our heads. We didn't need to talk. Madison is a lot more powerful that I realized. I have to wonder how many other people are. Can everyone do it?

I doubt it. Or maybe they just don't know that they can.

The police arrived and were kind of dicks. They didn't believe our story. Not that it was antigrav shoes. They didn't believe we did shit.

"Your story isn't believable at all. If you're going to lie to us we are taking you in," said the detective. I love Madison. She walked up to him, hugged him, and lifted him about 25 feet in the air. We could still hear them.

"If you still don't believe us," said Madison. "I'm happy to let go."

"I believe you!" said the detective. Then he started crying. Madison floated him back down.

"I don't get it but I'm sorry," he said. "Your story is pretty unbelievable."

"Can you take me up?" said his young partner. Madison laughed and hugged him and flew him around the soundstage.

He landed laughing. He was also hard. Hey, I notice those things. His partner glared at him.

"Sorry," he said. "I love rollercoasters too."

Two other things changed their minds. Madison handed them the bullet.

I think the fact that the entire thing was on film might have said more. Ok, there isn't actually film but you get the idea.

Just then Hill walked in. Good. Someone from our team. He walked right up. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself to both police officers.

"We will want to be involved in all parts of the investigation. We have resources you may not have and can make them available to you," said Hill.

The older cop laughed.

"More resources than LAPD?" said the detective. "I don't think so. Buzz off."

"Your choice," said Hill. "Come on everyone. We are heading to Dionysus. Mike, Sarah, your family too."

"They can't leave!" shouted the cop.

"Of course, they can," said Hill. "They are all Dionysus citizens with Diplomatic status. Let's go folks."

The detective actually tried to block the door. Then he found himself floating above it while we all walked through. Maybe I shouldn't have but I didn't set him down gently. I dropped him the last five feet.

He was a dick.

Just as we all got out the door, Hill turned back.

"Would you like to cooperate now?" said Hill. "I can tell you who all four men are."

That got him a startled look.

"How?" said the detective. Hill handed him a file folder.

"Facial recognition," said Hill.

"But they have masks on," said the cop.

"Doesn't matter. Our tech can see through the masks," said Hill. It can? Cool.

Just then a cop with a lot of bling walked in and made a beeline to us. Lots of bling. The two detectives looked startled.

"Good to see you Chief," said the lead dude. "What are you doing here?"

The Chief ignored him and came up to me. He introduced himself but didn't offer his hand. How do all these people know this shit? I stuck out my hand and he just looked at it. OK, this was a weird dynamic.

Oh. He is pissed.

"You need to understand this is my turf," he said, quite rudely. Hill tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a slip of paper.

Brilliant. Well played Hill.

"Please leave our property. You may only enter the gate with permission. I do not give permission. I will have someone escort you all out," I said. I turned and walked away and left them to Hill. The Chief started yelling at me. I turned back and addressed Hill.

"Arrest him for insulting the Crown," I said. Hill pulled out zip cuffs. Well played Hill, given I just made that up. We can do that. Can't we?

"Wait, wait, we can work this out," said the Chief. I walked back and got close. Inside his personal space.

"You are standing on Dionysus soil. I own the studio. If you continue with this attitude I might give you your first and last ride into space. Pushing you out the airlock would be fun," I said. He blanched. I didn't mean it. Hell, most of our family, including me, had trouble not laughing.

"Our offer to collaborate with you still stands. Please coordinate with Hill," I said, nodding at Hill. "We will make ourselves available at our convenience. Take them away Hill." What the Chief didn't realize was that a group of five of our soldiers were standing behind him. There was also a doctor to check them out. They had all come around and were appropriately secured.

"You can't take them!" shouted the Chief.

"Why?" I said, just leaving it hanging there.

"This is our jurisdiction!" he shouted.

"I believe we have already confirmed that it is not," I said.

"We will just follow you wherever you take them," he said.

"Good luck with that," I said. "Have you ever seen a picture of our one and only prison? We don't have much crime. It all seems to originate in the US."

"Why would a picture make a difference?" he said. Ruby handed me her phone. Thanks Ruby. On it was a picture of our prison.

In geosynchronous orbit.

I turned the phone around and showed it to him and the two detectives. They all just stared.

"Perhaps we should start completely over," I said. I stuck out my hand to the lead detective.

"My name is Leslie. Princess Leslie," I said. "Welcome to Dionysus. We welcome your involvement with our investigation. As soon as they are medically cleared, I'll have someone take you to join the interviews."

"In space?" he croaked. Oh yeah. Afraid of heights.

"Yes," I said. "I realize that thought can be overwhelming, but I assure you that the trip is safe, and you'll enjoy it. If you would prefer someone else to go, that's fine, but think of the stories you could tell."

He gave it some thought but you could tell he wanted to go. Finally, he sucked it up and agreed. His partner was eager as heck.

Why not. They all set out with Hill, after we promised to allow interviews after they got back. We could get our story clear. Once it had quieted down, Jon and Robert walked up.

"We couldn't hear much but the Chief went from belligerent to fawning. What happened?" said Robert.

"I pointed out that he was standing in the country of Dionysus," I said.

"But the only way that is true is if this is a consulate and the only way that is true is if you owned Marvel Studios," said Robert. He understands a bit about how this works. I just waited him out. He burst out laughing.

"Anything we can do for you boss?" said Robert. "You bought it, you run it."

Shit. Technically Hill bought it, but I looked, and he hadn't. I had.

Shit.

"What are you talking about?" said Jon. I guess I never mentioned Jon Favreau was directing again.

I waited knowing Robert would want to answer. He had to stop laughing first.

"Leslie didn't like the Chief's attitude so she bought the studio and declared this a consulate. All between the time of the attack and the Chief showing up," said Robert. "Say hi to the new owner." What could I do but smile?

Jon just shook his head and walked away.

"So, should I cast myself in the next movie?" I asked. Robert just gave me a thoughtful look and changed the subject. That was weird.

"You aren't wearing antigrav shoes, are you?" asked Robert. I just smiled sweetly.

"Of course, I am," I said. "How else could I fly?" With that, I flew back over to our table. Everything was basically destroyed. We hung around for a bit chatting and Jon finally came back.

"That will be the iconic scene in the movie," he said. We all just kind of stared.

"You're using what happened?" asked Scarlett.

"Sure. It is awesome," said Jon.

"How will you get releases from four criminals?" asked Jeremy. Jon turned to me.

"Do I need releases Leslie?" asked Jon.

"Nope," I said.

"We all like Leslie," said Mark. You know, The Hulk. "But how can she say no?"

"Because this is Dionysus, of course," said Jon.

That did not seem to clear up the confusion. At all.

So, Robert explained.

"We are all pretty well off," said Scarlett. "But not buy a movie studio because someone pissed me off rich."

I had no response to that, so I invited everyone back to the house for an impromptu dinner and party.

I guess I should tell Kwan and Noa. One quick text. They were kind of used to it. Dinner was a blast. We invited the entire cast and crew and ferried them over in flying cars. Come on. You would have too. You're expecting some wild sex party, but not tonight. OK, it made me laugh a little that Los Angeles is too strait-laced for one of our parties. LA.

Well they can get a bit wild. We had an early cast call anyway. Somehow Madison and her family were in almost every scene now. The rest of us apparently weren't as interesting. The rest of us hung around mostly because we could. Yeah, we're busy, but not have to show up at the office kind of people. Then again, I guess I am going to work. Owning the studio and all.

It turned out that John made Madison and her family an Easter Egg. Every single scene. They didn't even try to hide it. No special makeup or hair or anything. Just clothing appropriate to the scene. I'll give you the perfect example. The next scene was at a US Border Patrol station. Imagine every stereotypical police station used in a movie but change the uniforms to green. About halfway through the scene, in the background, two kids walk across. They're in dirty torn clothing and are filthy. Two girls. Both have their hands zip cuffed behind their backs. Leading them were two Border Patrol offices. One man. One woman. The man had his hand on his holster. The woman was poking the girls with her baton. All this was in the background while the scene was going on. They pushed the girls into what was clearly a cell full of children of all ages and colors. A packed cell.

I wonder if they'll leave the horrific clang of the cell door closing. I'll bet they will. I looked away for a moment and then looked back. Lianna had climbed the cage. At the top, there was a series of horizontal bars. She had stuck her legs through and was holding a set of bars for support.

Almost 30 feet off the ground. It was an old school police station with super high ceilings. I admit I was curious and went back after the scene and watched it, focusing on the cell.

Lianna didn't climb it. She stood next to the bars and just floated up until she could slide her legs through. It was eerie. Maybe even creepy.

The next scene was in a conference room at what appeared to be the Marvel lair. Kidding. It was an office building like environment, but the main cast members were all around the table, in their street clothes. You could see through the window at the back of the conference room and there was a hall. Random people walked back and forth looking hurried. Or harried. One of those.

Until Lianna and Madison walk by. This time their dressed as Catholic girls' school students. Little plaid skirt. While blouse with a Peter Pan collar. Black and White patent leather shoes with Bobbie sox. You know the look. It is used in a lot of girls' school brochures and a lot of porn.

Same outfit.

Lianna is a little shorter, and her hair was in pigtails with pink bows. Madison's was a little more formal and in a French Braid held with a purple ribbon. The shirts were a little tight and you could see the small swell of Lianna's A cups.

Madison was a revelation. Her B cups where thrust right out there. I admit, my first thought was wondering how sheer their blouses were and whether they were wearing a bra.

The only thing unusual was that they were casually walking about two feet off the floor. They stopped about two-thirds of the way through and looked into the meeting and then turned and walked out of the scene.

No bra. It wasn't really obvious, but you could see the slightly darker pink circles. I was watching the scene on small monitor and at one point they zoomed in on the girls from about the waist up.

Their nipples in the theater were going to be a foot tall. Boys were going to pause the video at home and jack off.

OK, I was too. I might have to make them model it live for me. I admit, I went back and looked at the scene in the police station. They were wearing tight t-shirts. White ones. Thin.

Yep. Nipples there too. Their nipples were going to be the Easter Egg in the movie.

The next scene they filmed was at the pool at what appeared to be a resort. All four of them had lounges by the water, positioned so they would be in the background of the entire scene. Mike was in just board shorts. Damn. Nice abs dude. Sarah and the girls were in bikinis. Brief bikinis.

Unlined bikinis. I don't know if it was intentional, but at one point in the scene, Madison is sitting up, cross-legged, just watching the swimmers. She unconsciously adjusts her bikini top and for a brief moment there was a spectacular nipslip.

Another spot to masturbate. Oh, you know I would.

Shortly later in the scene, Lianna gets up and walks over and sits on Mike's lap. If you watch closely, they're trying to be subtle. You can see that Lianna is just grinding away on his cock. Right as the scene fades, Mike's expression flashes, just briefly, what was clearly an O face.

Good job Mike. Cum in the background of a PG-13 movie.

OK Mike. We're duplicating that scene. Except we're doing it naked.

The next scene was awesome. They did most of it in front of a green screen. You see a small airplane, with a huge open door on the sign. It's painted Mal's Crop Dusting and Parachute Training. It's bouncing, in front of the giant green screen, so they're clearly supposed to be in mid-air. They zoom in and you can see the entire family sitting on a bench next to a few random people. I can see both the green screen monitor, which is hilarious, plus the monitor that is showing what will be replaced in the green portions. It's not perfect and will improve in post-production.

Look at me talking all like a studio owner and shit.

Oh yeah.

Suddenly, on the right screen, something drops by the window. You can see that Lianna has seen it and she hops up and just leaps out of the plane with her arms spread. She fell about four feet and landed flat on a large foam rubber mat and Jon yells cut. We all crowd around the monitor and watch the rough result and it looks great. I guess Lianna's role grew a little. I stood to the side and listened to Jon, Robert, and the special effects coordinator bicker as they rolled the next scene, which was Lianna and the falling object, but clearly CGI.

Clearly.

"This sucks," said Jon. "We can do a perfect CGI of a mammoth alien spaceship but can't do this."

"That's because real actors would do the actual stunt," said the special effects coordinator. Oh, harsh. And bullshit.

I called him on it.

"You've worked on a movie where a 11-year-old jumped out of a moving plane," I asked, in my syrupy sweetest voice. He stammered for a bit and couldn't form an answer. It might have been the romper. Too small, too tight, too sheer.

Kind of my trademark.

"Oh, I'll do it," said Lianna. Every head swiveled towards her.

"Does this thing actually fly?" asked Lianna. Everyone shook their head no. Lianna rolled her eyes and turned to me.

"We'll need an actual training plane," she said, giving orders. "Can a C-80 fly sideways with the door open?"

"Sure," I said. It didn't really need the wings. They're just used in an emergency unpowered landing. That's unlikely to happen. Ion-power, right?

"OK," said Lianna. "So, we have that covered. Now we need to talk about recasting that baby. I'm thinking 4 years old. Then we have our choice of a boy or a girl."

OK, I admit, I snorted. I did. My fault. Lianna just turned to me and smiled and waited.

"She's talking about either Bill and Jessica. They're good with the shoes, so even from a height, the worst case is that they float to the ground," I said. They didn't need the shoes. You get that, right?

I have to go on a little tangent. Ruby has really been practicing her flying. A lot. At night. She's gotten too fast to just fly over the islands, so she does swings through Europe. She almost got busted one night when she broke the sound barrier over Germany.

You get that I'm not talking about Ruby in a plane. I'm talking about Ruby is the plane. She knows there is a risk, so she had Mia make her a Supergirl costume.

That's what she wears. She figures that if anyone catches her in a picture or even a video, she can laugh it off as clearly a Photoshop.

That might work once. End of the tangent. Oh wait, the shoes. Blame the shoes Ruby. I heard her laughing in my head.

"I'll do that Leslie," she thought. I have no idea where she is. Then my brain filled with a picture. We can do that? It's actually a little video of Ruby bouncing up and down on Tomas' cock. I must have gotten a little lost in it.

"Leslie," said Robert. "Are you OK?" I laughed because his eyes suddenly glazed over for about 15 seconds. He finally shook his head.

"Lucky guy," he said.

"Lucky girl too," I said. Then we both moaned. Now everyone was staring at us.

"Sorry, lost in thought," I said. "Back me up."

"They picked Jessica. I ordered a C-80 in the app. Bill said he'd fly it for us. I think he's hoping to get into a scene," said Lianna. "I hope you don't mind. I bought a small sky diving company in Santa Monica. I borrowed your phone while you were indisposed, and Jason did it for me. For you, I guess. I guess you own a small sky diving company in Santa Monica."

Well sure. A small sky diving company. Madison leaned over.

"The owners were in the app," she said, holding her phone out.

Damn. Just damn. She turned to Jon again.

"This story line is not remotely believable. A kid who has never jumped dives after a falling body on their first jump?", said Lianna. "Come on. I think once I dive out, I should unzip and rip off my coveralls and have a flying suit on underneath. That will not only be cool as fuck, it is so much more outrageous that it will work."

"You can fly in a flying suit," said Jon. Lianna laughed.

"World-class baby," said Lianna. That was not an answer to his question, which was her goal. Um Jon. She doesn't need the flying suit. Just then we heard the slight whoosh of one of our planes landing. We went outside and Dad and Orlando ran down the ramp. Bolted to the ramp at an angle so they were level with the ramp down were two director's chairs and an entire series of cameras. Red 8K. I know those. Better than what Jon was using. Behind them flew out a half dozen drones, and they circled us before they flew back in the C-80.

Dad explained the setup. Jon's face drained of all blood.

"You expect me to ride that plane sideways sitting in that chair," said Jon. Dad and Orlando laughed.

"No," said Dad. "Orlando and I will be in those chairs." Just then Bill ran down the ramp.

"You can be in the plane observing and on tethers. Bill can fly for us," said Orlando.

Which led to everyone staring when Bill raised his hand.

"I'm Bill," he said. Jessica ran up and introduced herself too.

"Sorry, had to do the final checklist," said Jessica. Everyone stared at her now.

"I was the Captain on the flight over," she said, as if that cleared anything up for them all.

It did not. We finally decided to fly over and check out, I kid you not, Bobby and Moon's Flying Spectacle of Parachuting. It looks like our newest business venture is going to get free advertising in an Avengers movie. We met Bobby and Moon. Sadly, met in a regular font, not italics.

Yet.

Somehow there was a flying suit in Lianna's size on the C-80. Of course, there was. Just then an F-81 landed next to our C-80. Empty.

That startled a few people.

"Well I have to fall out of something," said Jessica. "I'll fly it upside-down and open the canopy."

"Upside-down and open the canopy. Got it," said Jon. "And then the plane will land itself."

"Exactly!" said Jessica.

We appear to still confuse these people.

"So, we're going to use two planes whose total cost likely exceeds the revenue of an Avengers movie," said Robert.

"Sure," said Bill. "Why have it if you don't use it?"

He does have a point. I'll pass the pen to Lianna.


Maybe I should have tried one first

I might have gotten a little carried away. Oh, I'm not worried. Ruby doesn't always fly alone. Yes, I met Leslie and her friends just a week ago.

I already knew Ruby. I admit, meeting her for the first time was a little startling. I was stretching my wings, so to speak, and doing a nice night flight around Chicago. I don't have a Supergirl suit, so I was just in gym shorts and a big t-shirt. I'm pretty sure that a kid with a telescope could see both my crotch and up my shirt to my tits.

Enjoy telescope nerd, enjoy.

I decided to do a speed run across the lake. It's great fun and exhilarating. I dive low and fly about 20 feet above the wavetops. I startled myself last week with a small sonic boom.

I'm pretty fast. That's why I do it over the lake. Anyhow, I was really zooming when Ruby caught me from behind and flew up next to me. She just turned and smiled and nodded. Then she took off. Fast. I was standing still fast. Given I'd broken the sound barrier, you get I mean she was fast.

I always accept a challenge. I caught her and we were just flying. Well, going fast, by flying. You know. You could see the effect the sound wave was having on the waves. We were well past the sound barrier now. Ruby turned up a bit and I found myself chasing her up in altitude. She finally leveled off and floated so I did too. She held out her hand.

"I'm Ruby," she said. Like anyone in the world doesn't know who Ruby is.

"Lianna," I said. "Isn't Ruby your secret identity? You should probably keep that to yourself," I said, to Ruby's laugh.

"You have a point," she said. "You're not having any trouble breathing, are you?" What a weird question.

"No," I said. "Are you?" She shook her head no.

"I just thought I'd ask, since we're at 43,000 feet," said Ruby.

We were at about 35,000 feet when I stopped falling. Don't startle the flying girl. When I finally recovered, Ruby was still sitting right next to me. I'd tumbled and tumbled. She'd just ridden it down, sitting cross-legged in the sky. Like a freaking elevator.

The girl has skills.

"You're the most powerful person I've ever met," she said. Says the girl who just rode down 7,000 feet like she was sitting in a chair.

We've flown at least once a week since then. We haven't mentioned it to anyone.

I can reliably fly as high as 53,000 feet. No, I have no idea why.

So back to today. Jumping out of the plane doesn't exactly bother me. I had suggested Jessica and Bill because I already knew them too. Ruby brought them one night. Bill looks great in his Superboy costume. Jessica just wore shorts and a T, like me. Remarkably like me. I know, because I flew below her.

Hey, a girl can enjoy the view too.

Back to today. Right now, Bob's in charge since he's the director for the scene. John and Robert were at the top of the ramp. They could see, and were tightly strapped in, but I could see that Robert was holding Jon's hand. Jon was terrified. I flew up the ramp.

The shoes, right?

"Jon, this is silly. Stop being macho. Stay on the ground in the control room. You'll be able to direct the drones too," I said.

"Well, it does seem like that would be a better approach," said Jon, sweating. He walked down the ramp with me. No one said a word or gave him a hard time. Who would? We got to the bottom, he leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," he whispered. I answered by running over and getting on the parachute plane. My family was all on the bench already. We took off after the C-80, Jessica in her F-81, and the drones were in place. They could all hover, so that was pretty easy. We'd fly into view and once we were, Jessica would fall. They didn't need to know that Orlando, Bob, Jessica, Bill, and I were all talking back and forth.

In our heads.

"OK," thought Jessica. "Get ready. Once I say jumped, I'll drop by you in 11 seconds." I braced myself. I heard her yell it and waited. Waiting was tough, even for 11 seconds but then I saw her flash by. I ran and leapt out of the plane.

Then the damn zipper got stuck. I was falling backwards I saw that Jessica stopped falling and was moving sideways with the plane. I did the same until I finally got the zipper to move. Jessica started dropping again and I did too. The C-80 and the drones dropped like rocks parallel to us. I kicked off the coveralls and they floated away. I pointed myself straight down and rocketed after Jessica. I opened up my arms and the right arm wing ripped right off.

Well fuck. The show must go on, so I tucked my arm next to my body. I noticed one drone was following us at an angle where it might not see the missing flight arm. I easily caught Jessica and she put her arms around my neck, and I kept flying to the ground. About 1,000 feet up, Jessica pulled closer.

"Mom added you to my exception list," she whispered. "Bill's too. Madison too."

Well ain't that good news. We finally landed. Just as we did, I overheard a radio in the truck.

"Complete engine failure. Trying to restart. Losing altitude," said Bobby, over the radio.

I looked over at Ruby just as I shucked the flight suit. She nodded and we both took off. Vertically. We just hammered our way to the plane. We swooped into the door and Bobby and Moon were a tad startled when we walked up behind them. Ruby waved off them talking.

"Aim the plane out to sea. It can ditch itself safely," said Ruby. They tried to ask what they would do, but Ruby waved them off and pulled them out of their seats and back to the door.

"Trust us," she shouted. With that, she wrapped her arms around Bobby and fell backwards out of the plane.

Then I did the same to Moon.

It is one hell of a ride, particularly when the woman you are holding is screaming the entire way. I finally shut her up the only way I safely could.

I kissed her. She really got into the kiss and just melted into my arms. I finally had to break the kiss before, you know, we crashed into the ground.

That seemed like it would be bad. I turned us vertical, and we floated softly to the ground.

Everyone was staring at us. Just then we heard an explosion and all looked.

The plane hitting the water.

Just then Bob and Orlando walked up.

"I don't know what her name is, but you have your newest Avenger," said Bob, point at me. Me! Bob waved everyone over to the controller truck, which had monitors on the outside too. He queued up and ran the footage of me saving Jessica, from all angles. From one, it looks normal. From the others, it is pretty clear it is not the suit doing the flying.

Then he ran video of us saving the pilots, plus the explosion as it hit the water. He had three camera views. One with us both. One with just Ruby.

And one with just me. It was freaking awesome, although they'd have to blur a little.

I was down to my shorts and a T. Right up both.

The men watching the rough video clearly enjoyed it.

Clearly. Sweet little A cups, remember?

Back to the moment.

"I won't be an Avenger without Madison," I said, strongly. Don't know why. It was just a conversation. "Be honest. The two of us in tight suits? Not trying to be immodest, but you'll lock in a hell of a lot of new demographics. Too bad the world isn't as open minded as Dionysus. I'd do it in a mesh catsuit. Madison would too."

I gave everyone a moment to imagine us in a mesh catsuit. I turned to Jon.

"What color was mine?" I asked. He immediately blushed but then stood up straight.

"Sky blue," he said. "You looked awesome."

"Madison?" I said. Yeah, he blushed again. And his cock bounced. The dude likes Madison. Hell, I get it.

"Mauve," he said. The dude knows his colors.

"Go with the cat suits. We'll just wear brief underwear under it. For the US market. We should redo the scenes without the bra for some of the international markets and without anything underneath for the Dionysus market," I said.

"Sure," said Jon. "The 17-year-old and the 11-year-old girls naked under a mesh cat suit." I gave him my best smile. I think he almost came.

Just then Ruby walked up and took my hand and Madison's. Before she did, she held up a finger for everyone else to wait. She led us into a dressing room, where lying on the couch were mesh catsuits.

In the proper size and color.

"I've had them in my plane for months," said Ruby. Of course, she has. Madison and I stripped, which is fun all by itself, and slipped on the suits.

Crotchless Ruby? Really?

She just shrugged her shoulders.

Madison headed towards the door, so I did too. Ruby flew over us and landed next to Jon. That didn't seem to startle him, but he wasn't being very observant.

Ruby is barefoot. And wants the pen.


Holy shit

Yeah, Ruby here. Of course, I knew I was barefoot. I don't make mistakes. OK, that sounded cocky, but I don't. I can't explain it either. I knew to buy the catsuits. I know to do things. I know companies to buy and companies to pass on. Maybe I'll make that big mistake soon, but I had Jason be ready to buy both the studio and Bobby and Moon's. Six months ago.

Finding Madison was fascinating. I'd setup an alert with our satellites, with Rylee's help. It was keeping an eye out for people with powers. Madison was the first one I found.

There will be more. We're a fucking Heroes episode now. Are people using their powers to do bad things? I sure hope not.

So, the girls walked up in their catsuits. There was not a soft cock in the county. Just then two kids came out of the crowd. I know the cast had all their kids on set today. It might not have been the best day for the catsuits. They walked right up to Lianna and Madison.

"Hello," said the boy. "My name is Tristan, and this is my twin brother Sasha. Are we correct that this entire studio is Dionysus soil?"

"Why yes it is," said Lianna.

"Very nice," said Tristan. "Would you two like to go spend some time together in my Dad's trailer? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We're both 7 , by the way."

Madison took Tristan's hand and Lianna took Sasha's.

We all watched them walk away. The girl's asses looked amazing in the mesh. I loved that Sasha dropped Lianna's hand and placed his firmly on her ass.

The entire place was silent until they walked around the corner. Then everyone moaned.

Everyone.

I turned back and felt bad. Jon needed new pants. I walked over and took his hand and steered him away from the group.

"Go change dude," I said, quietly. He looked down and I have now seen him when the blush spread everywhere. Oh come on. I inferred.

He ran off to change and I turned back.

The four kids didn't come back for three hours. When they did, Sasha and Tristan could barely walk. Seriously. They looked like someone had beaten them up. The girls looked great and were still in their mesh.

Both dripping a bit. It felt like we should establish that this is Dionysus, so I walked up to them. I almost laughed, because Leslie did too. I stood in front of Lianna and Leslie stood in front of Madison. Then Leslie shifted and turned Madison. One interesting observation. Sasha and Tristan are too young to cum. Lianna and Madison are dripping.

Someone joined them.

I did the same to Lianna. Sideways gave everyone a better view. I was just going to wipe a little off with my finger, but Leslie set a much bolder example. She dropped to her knees and stuck her tongue deep into Madison and really lapped it out. She stood up, holding her tongue out, visibly covered with cum.

She leaned in to kiss Madison and Madison opened her mouth. Leslie's tongue went right in until their lips met.

Fuck that was hot. How could we top that?

I slipped Lianna's catsuit off.

First.

Then I dropped my sundress.

Only then did I go down on her.

We finished up and Jon, who had come back and enjoyed the show too, turned back to the entire cast and crew.

"Tomorrow is an off day. We're going to reconsider the script to include our two new Avengers. I'll be here at 9:00 am. Anyone that wants to come, and brainstorm is invited. Cast and crew," said Jon.

Leslie whispered in his ear and he laughed.

"Leslie has offered a bounty of $100,000 to the person that comes up with the best name for them," said Jon. With that, we all bailed for the day. We headed back to the house. Somehow Tristan and Sasha were with us. I'm not going to tell you whose kids they are. I suspect you can figure it out.

The night was fun. We started off with Tristan and Sasha putting on a show and it was incredible. They're small, limber, and clearly have experience. Then they showed us different skills with Lianna and Madison. Also incredible. Strong little guys.

Then we just went into free fuck. We were all completely charged up. We just pushed the furniture out of the way and went to town.

Kwan will arrange to have the carpet replaced tomorrow. I think we need to buy a carpet manufacturer.

Worth it.

Jessica asked me to say that she and Bill had a wonderful time with Madison and Lianna and something called an emergency exception had happened.

Tristan and Sasha were here. I'm not saying those things were related.

Oh to heck with it. Yes, it was them. I watched. We all watched. It was awesome. They could do even more things with them. Jessica has acrobatic skills of which I was not aware.

And that's all I can say.


What the heck can we call the girls

Leslie here. It's about 8:30. Silly AM. We're all at the studio already. I don't mean our group. Everyone associated with the movie. A few hundred people.

There's a hell of a lot of catering. Seriously upscale catering. Lobster. Crab. I think that's freaking caviar. I asked the woman that was running the whole thing if this was a normal catering day. She let out a little laugh.

"No way, although it is now," said the woman. "We got a direction to switch to this today. We got it almost six weeks ago, which seemed weird."

Ruby. It was going to be Ruby. The woman showed me a printed copy of the email.

Madison. We hadn't even met Madison. Just then Ruby walked up and looked down and read the form. She laughed.

"Cool," she said. "I love lobster." She started making herself a breakfast burrito with a lot of lobster and bacon. Did she even put egg in it? Doesn't matter, I suppose.

"We didn't even know Madison then. How?" I said.

"I did," said Ruby. I looked at her.

"I've known her for about three months," said Ruby. "Heck, I bought the catsuits almost two months ago." Do you know what I did?

I started making a burrito. I will never understand it. That sentence got me a huge Ruby smile.

I rocked through a small orgasm. Ruby is special. I am not completely convinced Ruby is Homo Sapiens anymore. She got a thoughtful look on her face.

"Maybe not," she said. "But if I'm not, you're not. Amy's not. Jessica is definitely is not. We'll know in a few hundred thousand years. We can talk about it then."

"Like our life expectancy is a hundred thousand years," I said. Ruby just smiled and walked away.

Was she kidding? With Ruby, it is hard to tell.

Let's see. A modest goal of two new cocks a day. We'll say 700 a year to be conservative. Take 700 times 100,000.

That's seventy million cocks. Hey, I'm up for it. Ruby walked back.

"You're making a faulty assumption," she said. "I said we'd talk in a hundred thousand years. I didn't say that was our life expectancy."

Then she walked away. What did she mean? Did we figure out forward time travel? Do we live that long? I looked over at Ruby as she walked away, and she did a little exaggerated wiggle of her ass.

Maybe it is just Ruby and me in a 100,000 years.

I could live with that. Hunter and Hallie would understand.

You know they would.

We spent a solid hour bouncing names around. Most were ridiculously stupid.

I'm sure you're expecting something here. The name. Sorry, still don't have one.


That's a wrap

Leslie here. The post credits scene was curious. No, it didn't include our new friends. It was a shot down a long hallway, with a door to the right. The door opened and out walked Ironman, in full suit. The suit looked different. A slightly different red. A different paint scheme. It even looked shaped different. Imagine Ironman. Big and strong and all straight lines. This Ironman had curves. Oh! Hips and boobs. As Iron, um, whatever, walked away down the hall, they pulled off the helmet and shook out dark hair that came almost to their waist.

Just like mine does now.

See? Freaky.


I miss my dad

Ruby here. I was just thinking about how it had been too long since I had even seen my dad. I had dinner at their house with Tomas about a month ago.

Just dinner. I don't remember why, but I admit, dinner without dessert was surprising.

So, I texted him to see if he wanted to have dinner and then get a suite and fuck all night long, just the two of us.

Well that got a nice smiley, followed by a text suggesting we meet at the Alpha gym at 1600. He was going to work out and I could join him. It was a great idea since I've been a little lax, so I sent him a smiley.

I was just bouncing around all afternoon. I'd told Tomas what was going on and he laughed.

Then he made plans with Amara. Just Amara. I don't know where Tavi was, but more power to them. There is just so much less pressure in our world where jealousy just isn't a thing.

It was finally time, so I found my cutest workout outfit. Really tiny booty shorts, that were quite tight, and a small sports bra. All in light pink. My signature color. Not being too immodest, but I thought I looked good. I stopped at the store on the way for some of Dad's favorites. The weed store. He wasn't getting drunk on me. Oh no. He had to focus. It shares space with the liquor store and when I walked in there was a teenager stocking the shelves. He turned when the bell triggered by the door rang and was holding a bottle of champagne.

I felt bad that the bottle broke when it hit the ground, but I took it as a compliment. I ran and got the mop and bucket and came back and started mopping.

"Wait, wait," he said, agitated. "That's my job." I smiled at him. He was already hard, but that smile made him throb.

"Did you drop the bottle when you saw me?" I asked, and he blushed and nodded. Damn he's cute.

"My job," I said, continuing to clean up. I got all the liquid up and then went and found a broom and cleaned up the glass. I might have been a little cruel, because when I bent over to sweep the glass into the dustpan, I made sure my ass was facing him. I know these shorts. In this position, they have ridden up. My ass is entirely exposed, and the shorts ride up into my pussy, leaving visible lips on both side.

Oh no, did he just groan? Darn. I didn't mean to do that. I stood up and put everything away and came back to him. Yep, the wet spot in his pants was clear.

He'd cum in his pants. He was standing there, embarrassed, and not sure what to do. It was funny, because he is just about my size exactly. I walked over and dropped to my knees. I untied his shoes and he lifted each foot and let me take off his shoes and socks. I think he was a bit of a robot at this point. I reached up and unbuckled his pants and unzipped them.

He gasped.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"I made another mess and need to clean it up," I said. "If this embarrasses you, or doesn't interest you, then I apologize, but I won't go any farther without consent." He was torn between embarrassment and lust.

Lust won.

He had cum so hard his shirt was soaked too. I peeled that off and he was naked.

And sticky. So, I licked him off. Everywhere. Which got him hard.

It seemed only fair to blow him. I didn't have time for more. I even swallowed.

OK, I liked that part. I exchanged contact info with him and promised him the next time he could fuck me.

Cane is 14 years old. And adorable. Yes, Cane can work at a weed and liquor store. He's an adult. OK, we don't have many rules around that either.

Now we had a dilemma. He had no clean clothes. Which is how I ended up arriving at the gym wearing only the top.

My pink shorts fit him surprisingly well. We laughed later, because before the end of the night, he'd exchanged contact info with over fifty new people. He seemed pleased. As he put it, men, women, boys, and girls.

Well that seemed nice. He sent me a picture of himself in the same shorts in orange just a few days later. Then a picture of the complete set -- every color they made.

He said everyone tips better now too. I'll bet.

But back to Dad. I got to the resort and ran into the gym. I found Dad on the bench, lifting.

I had not seen Dad in a month. I had not seen Dad naked in almost three.

"What the fuck Dad," I said. "You're ripped as fuck." He'd always been in great shape, but now he is a freaking specimen.

And he was mine for the night. Which is how we used up his first cum right there on the weight bench.

Did anyone ever mention it was still called Alpha, but Gamma rules apply everywhere now? A small group gathered to watch. The guys openly jacked off.

Which led to the two of us being covered with a lot of cum.

Dad's fun.

He came hard, in me, which I love. I heard a very small voice say "cleanup". The crowd parted a little and the tiniest little girl walked up, with a slightly older boy.

"I can only clean you up, but my brother can clean you up sir if that interests you," said the girl. Dad moaned, which we all took as a good sign. I rolled off and onto a mat and the little girl dove right in. I am serious. Tiny. Skilled. Very, very skilled. She licked my nipples through several orgasms and then worked her way down. She quickly sucked on my clit and I simply exploded. It took me a minute to recover. I looked over and Dad was bent over the bench and the boy was fucking him. Hard. Just then he clearly came and then dove in and cleaned up his mess.

The crowd clapped. Just as quickly as they arrived, they disappeared.

We didn't even learn their names.

Dad and I went into the showers to get cleaned up. We haven't even left the gym and Dad has used up two. I shouldn't have, I guess, but I was on the bench, he was shampooing my hair, and he was right there

At least I kissed it to him. I laughed, because he turned to the man that was openly watching us and kissed it to him. Which led to Dad getting fucked in the ass again. This time he left it there and went to his locker and pulled on his boxer briefs.

"Squish squish," he said, laughing. How sweet. He was saving it for me.

And no, we didn't leave with me in just the sports bra. I had clothes for dinner. I just didn't need them to work out. I don't exactly know what happened to the sports bra.

I lose a lot of clothes.


I love my little girl

I know our relationship is unusual and many would find it wrong, but we don't. Our culture does not. Yes, I love to fuck Ruby and more. Tomas is damn fun too. Don't make me finish out the quad. OK I will. Amara and Tavi are heavenly.

And I get the big win of Julia every night. Usually not alone.

But time alone with Ruby is rare. Really rare. I'm busy, but I'm loafer compared to Ruby. I cannot believe what she has accomplished at 13 years old. I was being recruited into a gang at that age, but I was still resisting, so I do have that. I will never forget Ruby's friend that was killed. It shaped our lives but not as much as her family's. What Ruby is doing with Miguell is special.

Let me bring myself back in. Ruby planned this so I was literally just along for the ride. Oh, she'd be riding me too.

Sorry, but come on. Ruby.

My life includes nights in bed with Julia, Ruby, and Gabe.

Yours doesn't. Sorry, not sorry.

Oh, I am feisty tonight.

We flew over Paris, which is pretty easy to recognize. That made me happy.

I love the Thai place.

We landed on the big apartment and Ruby mentioned we had the Master Bedroom to ourselves. She also smirked.

"Ruby," I said. "Be honest. Do you want it to just be us or do you have others in mind? No smirking." Well, I am her dad. She laughed.

"Thanks Dad," she said, stretching Dad out into four or five syllables. Then we both laughed. She got a thoughtful look.

"We're here until Sunday late afternoon," she said. "I think tonight, and tomorrow should be just us. Tomorrow night we have plans with another couple and I anticipate them spending the night. Sunday I am open to anything. But I'm also not incredibly hungry, so before we go to dinner, you're going to fuck me hard."

Well I know how to take an order. It wasn't slow on the weight bench. This was a power fuck and damn near used us both up. Doggy, missionary, cowgirl, we rolled through the all. At one point I was standing and bouncing Ruby and got a little too enthusiastic and threw her in the air.

Thank goodness there were high ceilings. Ruby, being Ruby, just floated back down and right onto my cock.

Which made it a thing. I'd throw her high, and she'd float back onto my cock. Faster and faster. Just as I threw her in the air, I came. Hard. It went everywhere.

Until Ruby floated back down and the rest went right in Ruby.

Then we went to dinner. The big button called cleanup got hit on our way out. It would be spotless by the time we returned. There's a full-time 24/7 crew in the building. It is not a job for loafers.

The building is fun.

We finally got cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes and headed down. We dressed up, for us. I was in nice khakis, with a traditional blue Oxford cloth shirt and a blue jacket. A walking stereotype, but all Timmy.

Ruby was in a simple wrap dress in a gauzy pink. It's a variation of a Zara outfit, but redone by Timmy, mostly because he would make it a little sheer for her, which she hadn't decided was mainstream enough for Zara yet. It's a repeated disagreement with us. I'm ready to be bolder than she is. Yes, still me, Jesse. I'm working a lot with Inditex, and Zara, just for fun.

She did look wonderful and more like my date than my daughter. I guess she is both!

We got a hug from Anurat, but May was in New York. Anurat couldn't join us, unfortunately, so it was just the two of us and we restarted the argument. I think I might have gotten too loud.

"But your tits look fantastic in that dress," I said, just as there was a lull in the conversation in the restaurant. I might as well have shouted.

Ruby started laughing and I am sure I blushed, but the couple at the next table really started talking shit. We had been speaking English, because it was most natural to us, but we can both speak French. I'm sure they assumed we could not. We're particularly proficient with swear words and slurs.

I was boiling but trying to control myself. A brawl in an upscale restaurant didn't seem like a good plan. Ruby, on the other hand, was not as controlled.

"Still going to talk shit once you realize we both speak fluent French?" asked Ruby.

The answer appears to be yes.

Ruby turned back to me and forcefully said one simple word, in French.

"Trash," said Ruby. That's when the woman at the table launched herself towards Ruby.

She might as well have tried to run through a brick wall. About a foot from Ruby, she looked like she slammed into the wall and slumped to the ground.

Causing the guy at the table to launch himself towards me. I didn't even move. I wasn't as strong as Ruby, but given she is across the table from me, I was unconcerned. I just sat there, acting as if I didn't see him, until he hit a similar wall and slumped to the ground.

Just as the gendarmes arrived. I admit I didn't catch much at this point. They had us on the ground and in zip cuffs in a heartbeat.

But not the people at the next table.

Remember where we were. Our favorite Thai place. On the first floor of a Dionysus building. Behind these gendarmes were those of our own force. This could get testy. I knew that the lead from our team was Hill but didn't know the others. Hill is everywhere. I wasn't surprised he came personally. He stepped forward to speak to the police officer in charge. I only caught that the officer's name was Garren. I believe they call them inspectors here. Plain clothes. It took an interesting turn, when he ordered his men to cut our cuffs and apologize.

Which they did. Profusely.

Then Hill's team arrested the people that attacked us. He came over to us.

"We'll take them up," said Hill. "We have the video and audio." Well good. Just then the inspector came over and introduced himself.

"My sincere apologies," he said, in English. Ruby responded but switched to French.

"No need to apologize," said Ruby. "You saw injured people, saw there were brown people in the area and came to the obvious conclusion that they were at fault. We had the zip cuffs on before you even asked us our names."

He stammered a bit and then stood up straight.

"I certainly understand your perception," said Garren. "I cannot even deny it would be likely to happen here. Our entire police force is suspicious and worried. We know something is coming, but not what. We're all on edge. Again, my apologies, but that was not my intention. We had reports of a couple, both Hispanics, which were the aggressors. We have since figured out that the report came from the young woman that is currently unconscious on the floor. I do suspect she'll sue."

Just then Anurat brought an iPad over and let the inspector look at the video. He finally turned back to us.

"Force field?" he asked. Ruby laughed.

"No," said Ruby. "They appear to both have slipped."

"Slipped. You're going with slipped," said Garren. Ruby smiled and I think he melted a little.

"Slipped," said Ruby. "Whatever else could it be?"

Garren threw up his hands.

"Not my problem anymore, now is it?" he said. "A pleasure to meet you, but sorry it is these circumstances. Just one more comment and I'll leave. My husband is Hispanic."

"And no doubt powerful in bed," said Ruby, who turned and headed towards the ladies' room, leaving the two of us.

"She's something," said Garren.

"In more ways than you can imagine," I said. Garren looked at me with a strange look, and then headed out.

I have to say, the cop is a hunk. No, this is my night with Ruby. And her tits.

We finally got out of there, but not before Ruby insisted on paying the tab for everyone in the restaurant. Her subtle dig was clear to me. For their inconvenience.

Fuck them and the horse they rode in on.

We ended up walking over to the Eiffel Tower and then lying on the grass talking and looking up at it.

"Not exactly how you expected our lives would be right now," said Ruby. I admit I laughed.

"No, certainly not, but that first day when we met Amy and Bob, there was something there," I said. "It wasn't just that they saved us, which they did. It was more. I know this sounds crazy, but almost an aura that the two of them, plus their kids were different. Actually, just like I viewed you and Gabe. A spark, a fire. Compassion was the first thing. No one was more supportive of Juanita than you were. You were her rock. She couldn't, no she wouldn't, have made it without you."

Ruby sat there quietly for a bit.

"I did it for me," said Ruby, softly. "Not her."

It felt like a good time to hug her. A really good time. Then she laughed and rolled back.

"I'm good Dad," said Ruby. "We won the biggest lottery ever. Sometimes I do miss Mania though."

Now we're both crying.

We laid there for a while, letting the world walk past us, and finally walked back to the apartment. We were spent. We got in bed and cuddled and fell right to sleep.


Dad's amazing

So freaking amazing. I love him so much. I'm so proud of Mom and Dad. Yeah, sometimes I miss Mania, but that's in the past, sad as it sounds.

We did sleep well. We'd worn each other out. Today was our day and we didn't have all that much planned. We wanted to hit the Louvre and see how the restoration of Notre Dame was going. We took over the reconstruction and the pace was really moving. It's the first major property that we've bought from the Catholic Church. I suspect there will be more. They need the money for all the lawsuits.

There's not really much to tell other than an amazing day with my dad. I even dressed a tad conservatively, so we wouldn't attract attention. We spent a few hours in the afternoon checking out the Zara stores in Paris. Dad loves to drop in on them and I go whenever I can. Yes, you read that right. Our mystery shopper is Jesse. The first two were quite nice. The service was good and in both, I'm confident that the manager recognized me, but stayed back and let their team wait on us. Simply outstanding service. At the first one, they offered both English and Spanish to us, which was nice, so I replied that we only spoke Japanese.

In Japanese. Not a single reaction, other than one of the young women ran and got a young Japanese girl to come help us. Outstanding.

The second one was very similar, except this time I said we only spoke Russian. Yes, they went to get their Russian speaker, but the smallest and youngest of the sales associates jumped in.

"How come you didn't pick Yoruba?" she said. Given she was clearly of Nordic descent, I didn't guess it was her native language.

I would have been wrong. We found out she grew up outside Lagos and was the daughter of a diplomat currently assigned to Paris.

"I assume you go to our school here?" I said, in Yoruba. She laughed and all the other people just stared at us both.

"They find it funny you're both speaking Yoruba," said Dad. Except Dad said that in Swedish.

"She's Norwegian Dad," I said, in Norwegian.

"How did you know that?" she said, in French. Not sure why we were back to French, but sure.

"I know things," I said in Kazach. "Don't know how."

"So, what are we having for breakfast?" she asked, in Greek. Pretty sure the Greek was intentional. One other young woman had a coughing fit, which I'd bet means she knows Greek.

"I'm partial to breakfast burritos. Perhaps we should wake up in Mexico City. It will make tonight last longer," I said, in Mandarin.

"I like a woman with a plan," she said, in Vietnamese.

We ended up having breakfast in Paris. With Tahlia. Our plans with the other couple didn't fall through. They joined us.

Amy and Bob.


Off to Oshkosh

Leslie here. Today is the day to take up our latest restoration project. It wasn't a unique airplane, but it was freaking cool. In fact, over 15,000 were built but most were not the D model on which we focused.

I'm talking about the P-51D. The Mustang. The legendary fighter from World War II. It was freaking gorgeous. Sex with wings. We were restoring an entire squadron which would be 24 planes. For their time, they were incredible. I also had another plan for them. Air racing.

I have just strapped in and the tower cleared me for takeoff. I'd actually spent time with a P-51 pilot hearing his hints on how to best fly the plane. He was one of the last pilots for the plane, having flown it in the early days of the Korean war.

Too cool. OK, not the war. War sucks. He was cool.

I took off and flew to 10,000 feet and flew out over the Mediterranean. By today's standards it was a hopeless dog but in its day it was incredible. Our techniques were so good that it was indistinguishable from new. I put it through its paces and landed back on Aether.

Watkins was waiting when I pulled into the hanger. I climbed down and gave him a big hug. We were having such fun with these antique planes.

"It flew beautifully," I said. "What's the ETA on the remaining planes?" Watkins was full-time on the restorations now, leading a good size team. Because, well, we could. We were heading to the airshow in Oshkosh Wisconsin. We were bringing darn near our own air force. It was going to take just about every pilot. We were bringing a half-dozen P-51D planes. We were bringing an SR-71 and a U-2. We had a B-52 and a C-5A. We had a KC-135 tanker. We had several fighters including an F-86, F-100, F-4, F-15, F-16V, and F/A-18.

We also had a C-22 Osprey which was cool.

The centerpiece of our exhibit was the F-61, F-71, F-77, and F-81. The E-62, E-78, E-82 business jets would be there too. We were opening up sales for the business jets. Just the E-82. The others were too old. Even the commercial E-82 is the E-82NS. No space.

We were even bringing our E-101 and E-111 airliners and our monster C-112 transport. We weren't sure about selling space yet, so the commercial versions would be limited. Yeah, space was ours for now. Of course, that was the C-80. The C-112 isn't space capable. Yet. Did I really just write space was ours for now? Our lives are weird. I literally fly into space about once a week to have lunch on the space station. With a lot of sexy naked people. We are the only way you can do that. That's outrageous and just uncontrollably funny. Let's think this through and I have no idea why. Less than five years ago, I got off an airplane, holding my stuffed animal and just completely confused about what was even going on. Now go back and read the middle part of this paragraph. I am freaking 15 years old. Then again, my youngest sister Jessica, who is 4, met me for lunch on Tuesday. At the space station. In her space plane. The hilarious thing is that Jessica doesn't understand how this is special. Oh, she does. She knows the average kid doesn't have a space plane, but in her life she does.

At that age I had one of those tiny electric cars that your parents let you drive around the cul-de-sac at 1 mile per hour. Our parents were so terrible that at Jessica's age, I was driving around the neighborhood in my little car going on little journeys. When I was five, I saved my allowance, and drove it all the way to Sears and bought a 12V Deep cycle marine battery. I swapped that battery out right there in the parking lot, with about six customers and a couple employees watching. I'd brought my little toolkit. I had to do some minor under hood modifications that were handled easily with a box cutter. That freaked a couple people out but in less than ten minutes I was done. I did a little quick circle and then packed up my stuff. I handed the old battery to one of the clerks. Exchange, you know. I got back into my little car and hit the gas and almost blew myself out of the car. No, not an explosion. Speed. That little electric cart could do a sustained 20 mph. From that point on, I was blowing around the neighborhood at speed. Dad never once noticed that I had to charge my little car with his big car charger.

Well, I'm this far along with my story, so I might as well finish. I went into the conversion business. If you wanted the upgrade, you met me at the auto parts store. You bought the battery and for five dollars I installed it for you. What they didn't know is I'd cut a deal with the store, so every battery got me a ten dollar cash kickback from the store. Fifteen bucks a car. It all went well except the one kid that refused to pay me the five dollars. I just disconnected the new battery and put it in my little car and got in to leave. He yelled at me and I just waited. He finally walked over and handed me a five. I just shook my hand and held up two fingers. You could tell he was going to argue, but he finally gave me another five and I fixed his car. Nobody messed with me much after that. A lot of the kids discovered they had no way to charge their cars, so I'd have big play dates and charge them 50 cents to charge it.

I had quite a business going here until the day that my mom and dad stole all the money. I kind of lost interest at that point. I had almost 300 dollars.

OK, now I'm maudlin.

And yet that was bad parenting and Jessica flying her space plane to the space station for lunch by herself isn't. Not the stealing part, the letting me have free reign in the neighborhood part. I guess my bio parents were more forward thinking than we realized. Except for the thieving assholes part.

Nope. Still just bad parents for that too. I'm not maudlin anymore. I just got out of one of my P-51Ds. Anyway. Great fucking life fucking. Right?

Back on track now. We were going to give tours of the planes. We were also doing an airshow with our F-81 fighters. We had added some cool maneuvers making use of the VTOL capabilities. Then the four youngest were going to do an air show in the E-82 planes. Yep, in the biz jets. They're very close to fighters without armament. Come on. Two 4-year-olds and two 6-year-olds? That was going to cause some fun family conversations in the audience.

"But Mom," in the worst whine ever. "Bill and Jessica have a space plane. Why can't I?" Accompanied by foot stomping and breath holding. No, wait, that was the prior President.

Oh, I almost forgot. Our BFP, with the lift platform, would be on display. We had arranged for a huge display. We were going to use the show to announce our bid for Textron aviation, the Textron subsidiary that owned Cessna, Beechcraft, and Hawker. Given all of Textron only had a market cap around $11 billion, the aviation sub was a rounding error to us, but bought us capacity. We were also quietly making a play for Bombardier, the Montreal-based manufacturer of business and regional jets that also owned Learjet. We were modestly concerned about bringing all those brands together, but we felt like our rejuvenation of both companies with our tech would be viewed favorably. We thought about making a play for Boeing, but the market cap didn't reflect the value once the market understood our ion drive. We really liked Bill but couldn't see doing it for friendship. Sadly, we would probably buy it once the market cap tumbled. I guess I would already be Bob's boss though. Cessna Bob.

Back to the airshow, we had used a number of ferry pilots to move the planes. They were sure a specialized breed. They're kind of nuts.

We brought the C5A over on the BFP. We were going to leave them attached. It looked truly cool.

Yeah why do you care about all this? OK maybe you don't but it was cool to me. We had one heck of a group of pilots with us. We were making a pretty powerful point with the age of our pilots.

You know. Nan flying in her new E-82. Bill, Jessica, Colby, and Nylah came in theirs too.

It did cause a bit of a crowd when they came out of their planes. Little, you know.

I flew the BFP myself with Ruby as my co-pilot. That caused a surprising stir given I've been able to fly it for years. God I missed it. I don't miss long boring flights, but the whole family experience. It's kind of our version of a train ride, except we also like train rides. Anyway.

I had channeled Dad and bought a house. It was really nice, although small by our standards. Really big, but, well, you know. It was right on Lake Winnebago with a small dock. Seven bedrooms and 7 bathrooms. We could squeeze a lot of people in it, particularly if we threw air mattresses on the floor. Yeah, that's a great image, all these people used to their mansions sleeping on air mattresses, but we would. You know by now that we're not particularly pretentious people. Well, except for our over reliance on cashmere. Still.

Anyway, the house was about 20 miles from the airport and actually closer to Appleton than Oshkosh, but we'd land an E-82 or two in the driveway. Two would hold 52 people with pilots, so we were good.

We'd asked around for who wanted to go and mostly focused on our experienced pilots. Right now, including our significant others that wanted to come, we had Mom and Dad, Hunter, Hallie, and me, Orlando and Grace, Morgan and Sophia, Elena and Marta, Gabe, Carlina, Luca, and Tegan, Ruby and Tomas, Nan, Alison and Blake, Tom and Jess, Pari, Luke and Cassie, Remei, Horacio, Maite and Jameis, and Pablo. And, of course, the four littles and Nan. A few couples and a lot of fun people. You caught that a few didn't come, like Tavi and Amara. Oh, and Valeria. Oh, wait. Mary Lou, Amy Lou, and Shin were along. Our family basically couldn't travel without them. Funny, of all those people, every single one could fly.

Gosh, only 38 or so people. That wasn't so bad. That's only a little more than four to a big bed. We could do that. If you couldn't sleep there were a ton of couches. I'd bought the house well in advance and completely redecorated it. It was awful. It was actually fun to do. I'd spent a lot of time there anyway, working with the organizers, since we were going to have such a big display. A nice donation had helped. A very nice donation. Luke and Cassie had really gotten into it and had spent a full month in Oshkosh as volunteers. It had taken the organizers a bit to understand that the 8-year-old and 12-year-old could be useful, could stay by themselves, and could fly themselves to the airport every day.

Oh yeah. Luke and Cassie could both fly too. Come on. Luke's our brother. For that matter, they could both drive, which was handy for getting around and shopping in Appleton. I'll let them tell their story. I'll just share a little more about our fun long weekend.

We all got to the house and ran inside. Our new neighbor friends all ran over. Oh, wait, you haven't met them yet. I'll leave the fun of introducing them to Cassie and Luke. Let's just say it brought a dozen or so more people into the fun. The fun.

Now I could narrate an entire evening of fun, but I'd rather participate in an entire evening of fun.


I will, a little

Jameis got me a present tonight. Cock. He knows I like cock. No, he knows I love cock. Oh, I love everyone and everything but, well, cock. Oh, this is Maite.

None more than his. Come on. It's quite a cock.

So, he brought me cock variety. The sign of a stable relationship.

Hmm.

Relationship. Yeah, I'm good with that.

I know other people did other things and it wasn't an official gangbang.

But it was close. Over the course of the evening, I enjoyed Bob, Luke, Gabe, Blake, Brody and Carlson together, then a foursome with Collin, Trevor, and Peyton.

Heck you don't know all of them yet. I'll let Cassie catch you up, or Luke. This is what happens when sections get out of order. Hey Luke, keep up with your stories!

I ended up outside, on a lounge, on a beautiful summer night, in the arms of Jameis.

I could get used to this.

I love the lug. He loves me too. What else do we need?

Cock. We need a lot more cock. Then again, Jameis has interests too. All kinds of interests. He fucked me twice tonight, both in a train. He likes it in the ass. I love that about him.

The highlight of his night was Tegan. Jameis likes Tegan. A lot. It's so fun to watch. Little Tegan bouncing on giant Jameis.

A win-win for sure.


I'll jump in too

Jameis is huge. In a lot of different ways. As in, I wasn't sure it would fit. It did.

Damn it felt good. No disrespect to Luca or Gabe, but big cocks are fun.

So are little cocks, medium cocks, cocks on girls.

OK, Maite and I both like cock. We all like cock. Cock!

Sorry.

I don't have a lot to add. I know that Cassie and Luke have a lot to share too!

I need a nap with my boo. Remember how Maite fell asleep on Jameis' arms. Well, I was spooning her from the other side and Luca was spooning me. A pleasant night in Wisconsin. I loved that Luca had his hand over me and it rested on Jameis hip. We live a fun life.


Jeez, we did more than that

Oh good grief. We did more than that. We played naked Twister with edible paint. That's a fun one. We did porn improvisation, which is always hilarious and devolves into sex. But you knew that.

We even played strip Chutes and Ladders. Try it. You get naked and fuck. That's the goal of all of our games.

Oh, sorry, this is Leslie.

I'm going to jump into the weekend. This is the event of the year in the airplane game. We felt a little bad, because we stole the thunder of a lot of airplane manufacturers. Our planes had been in the wild, but not like this. The E-101 and E-111 were huge hits. Our capacity was limited, so we couldn't deliver many yet, but we'd work on it.

Why don't we own the airline industry?

Anyway. Damn near everyone came to the show. They were coming in and out, so we wouldn't be too overwhelming, but space planes were landing and taking off all day. We'd donated ten space rides to a raffle. Those were going to be fun. The winners got to bring a companion.

Bill and Jessica were the pilots. I don't know what happened on that flight, because they won't tell me. Every time I ask, they shake their heads no.

I wish I'd gone on the flight.

Our announcing the acquisitions shook up the show a bit. Boeing Bill sought me out and pushed for us to buy them. I love the guy, I do, but we had a real heart-to-heart about their situation. The 737 fiasco hurt them more than they, or the market, recognized. We'd own them eventually, but not yet.

We use the word yet a lot. Mostly in the sentence they are not 9 yet.

In the end, it was just a glorious weekend. We opened the show and closed the show. Heck, we were so worn out that we didn't even fuck much. OK, by everyone else's standards, we fucked a lot. Just not by ours.

You really want at least one story, don't you? I get it. This was more about airplanes than sex. That's a balance, isn't it. OK, one story. We took Thursday afternoon off. We were ready. We were all at the house and moved all the furniture to the edge of the living room. We sat in a big circle, naked. We're not big on wasting time in the game with stripping. We were playing spin the bottle, but the spinner spun twice so you had a group of three. Those three went and started getting ready. We spun until we had eleven teams of three. The last three left were Dad, Hunter, and Remei. Somehow that was going to be interesting.

Those three people had to invent a new sex position for three. You could use elements of things we knew, but something had to be unique. I'm going to jump to the end because what we saw was sexy AF. Remember, two men, one woman, three cocks. Oh yes, you forgot, tits and a cock. The way this worked was everybody got time to prepare and then demonstrated their new position. At the end of the night, the three winners were chosen by ballot. No, not secret ballot. Raucous loud yelling over each other voting. Mom generally led that.

First Remei laid back on a lounge. Dad pulled her to the edge, but he didn't slip into her ass. He called for lube and both Remei and Dad got all lubed up. Hunter got his cock lubed and Dad got his ass too. I think I followed, and I turned out I was right. Dad laid his cock onto Remei's and leaned over and started sucking her left nipple and tweaking her right. Hunter eased into Dad and then started just pounding him. Every time Hunter banged in, Dad's cock slid all the way up Remei's. They were frotting, but Hunter was doing the work. When Hunter pulled out, Dad slipped back down Remei's cock. The cycle continued and they started talking to each other working to time their finish. Dad lifted up a little so we could see more of what was happening. Suddenly Hunter pounded in and stayed. You could tell he was starting to cum just as Dad and Remei both did.

Remei was covered. It was so freaking hot.

Ruby and I had a special role since we had invented the game. We got to do cleanup. And we did. Quite well. We kissed almost everyone a little cum.

That was just one of the trios. I'll even tell you mine. I was paired up with Orlando and Cassie. The position was Orlando's idea and Cassie and I kept trying to argue him out of it. As he put it, go big or go home. It would require athleticism at an incredible level, but only for him. He was right, it was cool, and would score well if he could do it.

Have you ever seen the position where the woman does a handstand against the wall and then the man enters her and fucks her? Kind of like that. Cassie was against the wall, but she was just leaning, not upside down. Orlando did a handstand, with his toes against the wall. Cassie guided his cock in. It was a little bit of a weird angle for Orlando, so she shimmied her feet out around his a little. That fixed it.

Then I came up behind Orlando and slipped my double-ended dildo into his great ass. Well, it is a great ass.

Then he started lifting himself up and down, with his arms. When he lifted up, the dildo went into his ass. When he went down, he plunged into Cassie. How long we did this was all on him. When he came, we were done. While Cassie and I didn't need to cum, it would enhance our score.

And we both did. Damn near continuously. Seeing the muscle in his arms stretched to their limits to do this with us was incredibly sexy. What surprised us was he kept going and going and lasted. I'm not sure that was good for him, but finally he pumped his load deep into Cassie. She slid out from underneath him and he crab walked down the wall and then stood. He was dripping with sweat.

"I was concentrating so hard on my screaming muscles that cumming was difficult," he said, with a smile. "Worked out OK."

"Uh huh," said Cassie. She was just streaming cum down her leg.

Ruby and I jumped into action. It's our superpower. OK, given we can fly and stop bullets, maybe licking up cum isn't our only superpower.

Did I mention things have changed a bit in the last few years?

The show was a blast.


Our threesome

Are you kidding? You're not going to hear about my group? Oh yes you are. Ruby, of course. I'm not just the Lick Queen. Could that be a title at our county fair?

I suspect it could. I was paired with Blake, who has that glorious ass cock, and Horacio. Oh yeah, Horacio. I had Blake lay back on the lounge and I mounted him cowgirl. Then I bent over and Horacio slid into my ass. Confused you there, didn't I. It was a simply amazing fuck. They started out really fast and got me over really quickly, but then they slowed and made love to me. Slowly, confidently, just kept me there and took me. Finally, they both came deep inside me.

Leslie took care of that. She really enjoys rimming too.

As for the new position? Yeah, no. We didn't care if we won. We just had a spectacular fuck and I knew you'd want to envision it.

Living it was better. A nice weekend in Wisconsin. My first time in Wisconsin.

I might have to come back.



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Character information

Name Chapters Age Description when introduced Stats when introduced
Bob All 27 Dad 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock
Amy All 25 Mom (and the Nanny, to start) 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup
Morgan All 19 The oldest of the new kids 5'5" (165 cm) Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
Orlando All 17 The middle child and the only boy 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock
Leslie All 15 The youngest 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested
Chris 6,8,11,14-104 15 Boat sales person but becomes more 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples
Hunter 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,36,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-86,90-91,93-94,96,98-99,101-102,104 15 Leslie's new friend 5'0" (152 cm) - cute as hell, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Hallie 2,3,13-14,27,30,32,34,38-39,42-44,47-49,51,56-58,60-61,63-64,66,69,71-74,76,79-85,89-91,93-94,98-99,101-102,104 15 Hunter's twin sister 4'8" (142 cm) - small A cup
Blake 5,6-10,12,14-21,24-34,39,41-43,45-46,51-52,65-66,70-71,73-74,81-82,85,87,90,94-95,100-101,104 38 First home staff. Mechanic, general purpose everything 6'2" (188 cm) -- 1Blonde, ripped, 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock
Alison 5,6-21,24-28,30-34,36,39,42-43,45-46,48,51,56,71,73-74,81-82,87,90,94-95,100-101,103-104 36 First home staff. Chef, runs the house and more 5'9" (175 cm) - tall, athletic, blonde, simply stunning, B cup, model gorgeous
Gabe 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-104 15 Juanita's brother 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Ruby 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-104 13 Juanita's sister 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat
Jesse 6,7,16-19,24,27,31-34,37-39,42-43,46-49,51,55-56,65-66,70,72-74,79-82,85,90,94-95,97-101,103-104 Forties Juanita's dad 5'11" (180 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, muscular and sexy, 6-inch (15 cm) average cock
Sophia 7,8-9,14-19,23-24,27,29-34,36-44,46-48,53-54,56-58,62-64,66,68,70-71,73-76,79-82,84-85,87-88,90-95,97-98,100-104 22 New Italian friend and Goddess 5'7" (170 cm) - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
Luca 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,29-31,34,36-40,42-47,50-52,54,56-57,59,62-76,79-85,87,89-90,92-104 17 Sophia's son 5'9" (175 cm) -- chiseled, male Sophia, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock
Elena 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,30-31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54,56-58,60-63,65-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-82,87,95-96,101,104 13 Sophia's daughter 4'5" (135 cm) - sexy AF
Tom 9,10,12,14-22,24,27-34,37,39,44-45,70-71,73-74,81,87,90,94-95,100,104 Thirties Flight instructor 6'0" (183 cm) -- 175, trim, 7-inch (18 cm) thick and uncut
Jess 9,10,12,14-22,24-25,27-34,37,39,44-45,56,70-71,73-74,81,85,90,94-95,100,104 Thirties Flight instructor 5'9" (175 cm) -- 140, small B cup, runner's body
Grace 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104 18 Just Grace  
Bill 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,94-96,99,102,104 4 Bob and Amy's son  
Jessica 43,50-51,54,62,66-68,70-72,74-82,84-87,89-91,93-96,99-100,102,104 4 Bob and Amy's daughter  
Carlina 43,45-59,61-63,66-76,79-85,87-95,97-104 9 Romeo's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell
Nan 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-104 6 9th grade student 3'8" (112 cm) - cute, bubbly, fun
Tegan 46,48,50-54,56-57,59,62,64,66-74,76,79-90,92-95,97-99,101-104 9 Gemma and Sean's daughter 4'4" (132 cm) - Auburn hair, cute, fun
Maite 46,61,63,68-71,81-82,95-96,98,101,104 14 Vincente's daughter 5'3" (160 cm) - Cute AF. Sexy and skilled. Nice B cup with huge nipples
Tomas 46,52,55-57,61,63,66-76,78-87,89-90,92-96,98-99,101-104 13 Vincente's son 5'4" (163 cm) - Also Cute AF, sexy, and skilled. 6-inch (15 cm) thick uncut cock
Tavi 46,47-52,55-57,66,68-71,73-74,76,79-85,87,90,92-96,98-99,101-102,104 14 Emilia and Talmai's son 5'9" (175 cm) - Big for his age, works out, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock
Pari 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-104 11 Alea and Sargon's daughter 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps
Pablo 48,49,63,69,75,82,104 15 Thomas and Lucia's son 5'4" (163 cm) - Hispanic, thin, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Amara 50,51-52,55-57,66-70,73-74,76,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-95,98-99,101-102,104 14 Tavi's soon to be soul mate, in a wheelchair 5'6" (168 cm) - cute, wavy hair, nice body, B cup
Horacio 54,63,68-69,77,88,95-96,100,104 11 Nuno and Estrela's son 5'0" (152 cm) - Smaller Nuno, with an amazing 9-inch (23 cm) cock
Remei 55,63,69,84,94,104 12 Sam's friend, formerly Serni 5'0" (152 cm) - Dark hair, beautiful, vivacious, 4-inch (10 cm) cock
Shin 59,66,71,73,82,91-92,95,100,104 13 New assistant for Bob and Amy 5'3" (160 cm) - Slim, dark hair, Korean
Mary Lou 59,61,66,69-70,73,76,82,85-86,89-96,104 11 New assistant for Bob and Amy 5'0" (152 cm) - dark long hair, cute, tom boy, nipple bumps
Watkins 60,104 Thirties Vino engineer and Leslie's plane restoration partner 6'1" (185 cm) - Blonde, funny, average, 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock
Jameis 63,69-71,82,95,100,104 44 Ruby's friend and an archaeologist 7'1" (216 cm) - Big muscular guy, attractive, 11-inch (28 cm) cock
Amy Lou 66,69-70,73,76,79,82,86,90-92,94-96,104 11 New assistant for Bob and Amy. Mary Lou's identical twin. Pre-med student 5'0" (152 cm) - dark long hair, cute, tom boy, nipple bumps
Cassie 67,68,70,73,81,86-87,90,92-93,95-96,99,101-102,104 12 Homeless girl from New York. Kevin's friend 4'11" (150 cm) - thin, adorable, A cup
Marta 69,72,74,79-80,82,96,104 Twenties Intern that works for Elena 5'9" (175 cm) - Short dark hair, thin, pretty, A cup
Luke 80,81,86-87,90,92-96,99-102,104 8 The new brother 4'4" (132 cm) - Sandy brown hair, thin, cute, 3-inch (8 cm) cock
Hill 83,87,101,104 Thirties Head of DI6 5'11" (180 cm) - Dark blonde, athletic
Mike 94,104 Thirties Chicago family at the LA restaurant 6'3" (191 cm) - Blonde, well muscled, 6-inch (15 cm) cock
Sarah 94,104 Thirties Chicago family at the LA restaurant 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, fit, attractive, C cup
Madison 94,104 13 Chicago family at the LA restaurant 5'5" (165 cm) - Blonde, fit, B cup
Lianna 94,104 11 Chicago family at the LA restaurant 5'2" (157 cm) - Blonde,fit, A cup
Nylah 94,95-96,99-100,102,104 6 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Leslie
Colby 94,95-96,99-100,102,104 6 The newest family members 3'4" (102 cm) - Cute little thing, looks a lot like Orlando
Erin 98,99,104 9 US schools IT Director -- EVP/CIO 4'3" (130 cm) - Dark blonde, thin, puffies
Earl 98,99,104 13 Erin's brother 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, thin, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Tristan 104 7 Avenger's son 3'7" (109 cm) - Blonde, adorable, fun
Sasha 104 7 Avenger's son and Tristan's twin 3'7" (109 cm) - Blonde, adorable, fun
Cane 104 14 Wine and weed store clerk 5'7" (170 cm) - Blonde, thin, fit, 5-inch (13 cm) cock
Tahlia 104 16 Paris Zara clerk and Dionysus student 5'7" (170 cm) - Blonde hair, cute, thin, A cup

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