26 March 2019

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Now that's a big plane

Leslie here. I got a call from our chief engineer, Lawrence. He oversaw all the design work being done at our manufacturing facility on Vino. We were making the F-61, E-62, and F-71 planes, under license. The F-77 and E-78 were our designs, and we were building those too. I know Boeing and Cessna were doing some interesting things, but we were too. We'd cross-license them all, eventually. Collaboration was the key, and we were all working together well. Oh, and Lawrence is a doll. He is the ultimate nerd, but incredibly attractive. He just didn't always realize it. Light brown hair, about 6'5" (195 cm), incredible skills with his 9-inch (23 cm) thick cock. He always seems surprised when I want to fuck. He would get so much action if he would just ask. I was going to throw women, and some men, at him, until he said stop.

I suspected he wouldn't say stop.

Anyway, Lawrence texted me that he had a design he wanted to share and asked if I could drop by. I was on Dionysus, but I had a day free, so I hopped over and took Ruby with me. Lawrence had suggested I bring Ruby. Can't say I blame him.

Ruby's a fun sidekick. The funny thing is that he asked me to bring Ruby because she was a talented pilot. Ruby was also intrigued by Lawrence, so was likely to seduce him. It would be life changing for him.

We met in Lawrence's office and he showed us a new design on the big TV on the wall. It looked kind of like the F-77, but we could see in some of the drawings it had huge doors open on the top, kind of like the old Space Shuttle.

Oh.

We didn't have scale, but I think Ruby and I clicked on what it was at the same time. She beat me too it.

"A space cargo plane," said Ruby and Lawrence just beamed.

"I knew you'd get it," he said. "That's exactly what it is. The C-80. At first, I thought we could easily, and cheaply, achieve low earth orbit and then use rockets to boost anything that needs to go geosynchronous. I underestimated our design and we could actually reach altitudes that high and could potentially reach the moon," he said.

The moon? The freaking moon? Oh hell, this was interesting.

"The key is we believe we have perfected the ion drive system, and that it works from ground to, well, anywhere. Virtually no fuel required. The tiniest bit would go to the moon. It's damn fast too. One of the failures of earlier designs was it took forever to achieve speed. For a Mars trip, the ion drive was expected to take weeks, if not months, to reach peak velocity," said Lawrence. "Not ours. It's as fast as a jet, from a stop. What is also interesting is our top speeds around the earth are quite high. It takes a lot of power to keep from being flung off into space and the circle becomes a bit of an ellipse but damn they're fast. Oh, I said that. We haven't achieved top speed yet and a lap around the world is under a half hour."

What he was saying was unheard of. Truly game changing.

"How expensive to build and how big is it?" asked Ruby, thinking one step ahead.

"Well, the development costs will be high, but in mass production, we believe the drive unit will be cheaper than a jet engine. Given the fuel savings, it could revolutionize travel on earth too. Think flying from New York to Tokyo on $3 in fuel. If we can perfect an inexpensive plane with VTOL, it could eliminate cars," said Lawrence. "Oh, and it is zero emission. Zero. Oh, and the design you're seeing here is larger than a 747. A bit bigger than a C5. Honestly, we could go bigger, but that's a reasonable size. An entire space lab would easily fit."

Holy shit.

"Have you told Boeing and Cessna yet?" I asked. Lawrence laughed.

"Are you kidding? Not until the patents all come in. No freaking way. We're not that concerned about some of the more rogue nations, because the science is incredibly complex," said Lawrence. "I hate to admit it, but the breakthrough came when a visitor was doing a tour. We don't do many, but she was on your list. She saw a very complex equation on my board and in a flash pointed out a mistake. This was some serious stuff and it was a collaboration between me and three of our truly legendary people. We knew we were close, but our math didn't make it work. Hers did."

Now who in the hell could that have been? Tours are limited to close family and friends. No. It couldn't have been. Just no. OK, gotta ask, but again Ruby beat me to it.

"Who in the hell that could be on a tour corrected your math?" said Ruby, getting right to the point.

"That's right. You must know her. Her name was Nan," he said. "Tiny little thing. I assume she has dwarfism, but she didn't look like it." I don't think it helped that Ruby and I burst out laughing.

"Yes, we both know Nan quite well," I said. "And no, she's not a dwarf. She's that tiny because she's 4 years old."

He looked stunned and sat down in his chair with a bit of a bang.

"She's 4-years-old?" he said. "Four? The number after three and before five? Four?"

We both just smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, she's pretty smart," I said, with a grin. That got a laugh.

"Yeah, I'd say so," said Lawrence. "How did she even learn math that complex?"

"Well, she's already graduated from high school, but she's mostly self-taught. I've seen her lying on the beach and devouring an entire physics textbook in an afternoon. I'd bet you could quiz her on it, and she could quote you the page number. She's damn amazing. She's already revolutionized the world of physics," I said. "The first person to successfully petition for, well, you know, at her age too."

OK, I managed to not laugh, but I saw him get hard. Hey, to a scientist, brilliant, tiny, and cute might be a trifecta. Oh, he knew she was too young for him, but his cock didn't. He shook his head like he was trying to come out of a daze.

"That was her. I knew the young woman that did that was young, but four? Wow. Come with me," he said. He led us outside and we got into a golf cart. Ruby and I shared the front seat with him. He didn't mind. I'd enjoyed myself with Lawrence before, so I let her sit in the middle. We both liked smart men. We drove over to the largest hanger on the island and the giant doors were open just enough to drive the cart through.

Holy shit, again. The design wasn't just theoretical. They'd built one.

"Is this a mock-up or an actual working model?" asked Ruby. Damn good question.

"Oh, it is most definitely real. We've done extensive testing in the atmosphere. We just haven't taken it all the way up yet," he said. "Of course, there is some risk, so we designed it carefully. There is an F-77 latched into the cargo area. If there are any problems, we get into the F-77 and fly home."

That was brilliant. Ruby looked at me with a hungry look and I knew she wasn't hungry.

"You want to take it up, don't you Ruby?" I asked. She laughed.

"Damn straight I do," said Ruby. "Damn straight."

"We thought you might want to," said Lawrence. "It's the biggest reason we had you visit. Today was the day. It will disappoint our test pilots a little, but they'll want to go with you."

Fuck yeah.

"The controls are designed to be able to fly it as a giant drone," said Lawrence. "For safety, the remote controls are installed inside the F-77. Our plan, and what we very strongly suggest, is for you to fly it from inside the F-77. If anything goes wrong, you eject the F-77, and off you go."

Not my first choice, but hard to argue.

"Point us to the flight suits," said Ruby. "We're going up." A woman wheeled a cart over, with our suits, and Ruby, being Ruby, stripped and started to get dressed. Oh, what the hell, I did too. I know Lawrence enjoyed it. I could see that. I was pretty sure the woman did too, as she was in a Vino T-shirt. A tight T-shirt and yes, her nipples popped. She even licked her lips. I leaned over and whispered.

"When we get back," I said and left it at that. Oh, hell yes, she moaned.

This was part of Dionysus, remember? Staffed with some randy people.

Just then, two other people in flight suits walked up. Too bad they missed the show. They could have been on a recruiting poster for space flight. He was Blaine, and ex-US Air Force. He looked the part. About 5'9" (175 cm), which was common for pilots. A little shorter is better. I couldn't see that much, given the suit, but my impression was buff. Classic buzz cut too. His partner was Holly, and she looked like a Holly. Almost as tall as Blaine, and even a flight suit couldn't hide her womanly charms. Long auburn hair that was just beautiful and I'd bet her real color. Of course, I wondered if I'd get to find out for sure.

Wouldn't you?

They were surprisingly nice, given we were stealing a bit of their thunder. It was clear they both appreciated Ruby. Who the hell doesn't? We got in the plane, then got in the plane. Weird, huh. They gave us a short briefing on the controls, which were pretty like the F-77. The tug pulled us out and off we went. What was odd was the ion drive was silent. Kind of the Tesla of airplanes. They meant it when they said it could really move. The skin technology alone was amazing, because we could leave the atmosphere at an angle and speed we couldn't in the F-77. We got to about 100 miles up and we were really moving. It was truly startling. We were moving at over 70,000 mph. Yes, you read all those zeroes correctly. 70,000. We did an orbit in a flash and everything was going perfectly. The fuel gauge, and yes it had a simple fuel gauge, hadn't even moved, but a deeper look into the displays showed we'd used a tiny bit of fuel.

Wow.

Ruby looked at me and said one thing.

"Under 7 hours," she said. Oh shit I'd been thinking the same thing.

"How much oxygen do we have?" I asked. Blaine and Holly both grinned. They knew why we asked and they're fearless test pilots.

"The ion generators by-product is oxygen," said Blaine. "We have enough fuel and oxygen for Mars, but that would take a long time. We'd be pretty hungry too, given all we have is snacks."

Mars. We had enough for Mars.

Ruby and I looked at each other, then looked at them and they just grinned. Blaine reached over and went through some menus.

There was a freaking menu item for going around the moon. A menu item. I looked at Blaine and Holly and they just grinned. I looked at Ruby and she answered by pressing the button.

The plane changed direction, although the entire process was surprisingly subtle. We looked down and were surprised.

We'd sped up. We were at about 110,000 mph.

Four hours.

What would we do for four hours in a space plane on autopilot? Ruby answered the question, but only I knew what she meant. She 'swam' over to the locker and pulled out four pairs of Velcro socks and swam back and handed us each a pair.

"Why do we need these?" asked Holly.

"Because it is really hard to fuck in space if you're not wearing them," said Ruby.

"I suppose it is at that," said Blaine. We had to show them how it worked. I demonstrated for Blaine. You know I did. Ruby demonstrated her skills to Holly.

She enjoyed it. Then we traded. And yes, a real redhead.

After about 90 minutes, the alarm we set went off and we checked all the gauges carefully. Everything was just fine on the mother ship. I wasn't flying to the moon and only seeing it on a TV monitor. We dropped the stairs and walked out into the cargo hold. Oh, we got dressed first. Part of me didn't want to, but we were turning on the cameras to record history and, you know, clothes.

Wait, we walked out. How does that work? I looked at Holly.

"Artificial gravity. Your scientists did that too. It's set a little light, so you'll bounce a bit, but they anticipated that the trips would be long. Although given the moon is a four-hour round-trip, this one isn't that long," she said.

We went through the air lock into the cockpit. The cargo area and crew area were separated by an air lock. They had to be. Shit happened when the giant bay doors opened. The cockpit wasn't just a cockpit. There were the two pilots� seats, as you would expect, but it was setup more like the bridge on the Enterprise.

Really? Blaine and Holly laughed, and Blaine motioned me into the Captain's chair.

"That's the Kirk chair. We named it," said Blaine. He settled into the left seat and Holly settled into the right.

"So, you're Sulu and she's Chekov?" I asked and they laughed.

"That is a logical conclusion," said Ruby, in her closest interpretation of Spock's voice. We couldn't stop laughing, but just then Blaine opened the covers over the front windscreen.

Seeing the moon from just 15,000 miles away takes your breath away. We were just a few minutes away, at this speed, but Blaine slowed us way down.

"We can't make that tight a turn at speed, plus, we want to sightsee a bit," said Blaine. Hell yes, we did. He put us in orbit around the moon and we went round and round a few times, before we spun off and headed home.

Yes, we had been in contact with ground control the entire time. They didn't even seem that surprised. Are you? A couple hours later, we entered the atmosphere and landed again on Vino. Less than five hours to the moon and back, including orbits of both the Earth and the Moon.

This shit is cool. Just then I got a text.

>From Kyrsten.

Did you just fly around the moon?

I replied. You know I replied.

Yep

My office. Lunch. Tomorrow. Bring your co-pilot. Chris?

Ruby

I got a freaking smiley face emoji back. What are we, 13?

Oh yeah.

I texted Mom and Dad that we were spending the night and going to DC tomorrow. Then I texted Chris to join us. Not in DC. Here. If we were spending the night...

Which is how we ended up at my house, with Chris, Lawrence, Blaine, and Holly. We introduced them to s'mores.

They liked them. We all liked them. Lawrence got to play with Holly, Chris, Ruby, and me. Then, well, he experienced Blaine. It was new to Lawrence, but ever the scientist he wanted to try it. So, we taught him how to be the middle of a train. He got pounded and so did Ruby. She liked it. He liked it. Blaine liked it.

We wore Blaine and Lawrence out. As in fell asleep out.

So, we girls had to find a way to entertain each other. Didn't turn out to be all that difficult.

Then we all fell asleep and slept the sleep of the dead.

Bacon and coffee

Leslie again. We woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee. It freaked out guests out a bit, but we assured them it was fine. I'd sent the request for someone to be here this morning. Dad's app is quite handy. We kept a small staff here that was shared by everyone that had connected houses. Mostly they ran the common area, but someone was always available to come to the house. Even though we didn't spend that much time here, the houses were almost always full. Our friends, you know. It was a surprise that my house was even free. It was a bit quiet on Vino right now, or we would have invited others over. Everybody loves s'mores.

We went out into the kitchen and who should be there but Sonny, topless again. You remember Sonny from one of the 7-year-old parties. We reconnected and found out she'd moved and was a team leader here but took the assignment to say hi. She did make a mean omelet and, well, we did have some time to kill given the time change. Sonny was fun. A lot of fun. Blaine and Lawrence had recovered, thankfully. I think Lawrence was finally getting it. Sonny helped convince him.

We didn't need to leave until almost 1700, and we couldn't spend the entire day in bed. Well we could, but we didn't. We played on the waverunners. We drove the electric go-carts. We even went over to the race track and had some spirited races. I think it confused our new friends how competitive we were in everything. The fact that Ruby kicked all our asses didn't surprise anyone all that much. She's a hell of a driver and an even better competitor. We even grabbed a few of the F-77s and did a short dog fight in space.

Dogfight in space. That's a porn title if I had ever seen one. Oh wait, I'm not old enough to see an R rated movie, let alone NC-17.

Finally, it was time, and Ruby, Chris, and I hopped into my F-77 to go visit Kyrsten. They still didn't like it when we landed on the lawn, but they tolerated it. The three of us were dressed conservatively, for us. We landed and the Secret Service led us straight to the Oval office. It's still cool to be here. It's even more cool that Kyrsten is the President. The kingmaker did well. We all got hugs, but given the Secret Service were in the room, they weren't very exciting hugs. Damn.

The door opened and Joe D walked in with someone I didn't recognize. Oh, we all got hugs from Joe too. He was a little more enthusiastic but didn't cross a line. It turns out the other guy was the Director of NASA. Kyrsten took us up to the family dining room. We had been there many times, but the three men were a bit in awe. I admit, that was kind of funny. Heck, there was the night that the three of us spent the night. That would be a story, but, you know, discretion.

We got our food, but then Kyrsten cleared the room, which the Secret Service didn't like. They never do, but so much of what we talk about with Kyrsten had to be private.

"So, spill," said Kyrsten. "You have a ship that can circle the moon and do the round trip in four hours. What the hell?" said Kyrsten.

"Not going to tell you anything until the US patents are granted," I said. Yeah, I was digging my heels. This was too important. We were at a bit of an impasse, because Kyrsten had literally no power over us. I handed her a slip of paper, with over a dozen long numbers written on it.

"Make a call. If you tell us all twelve have been approved and filed, and you all sign a confidentiality agreement, then, and only then, will we brief you," I said.

"You expect the President of the United States to sign a confidentiality agreement," said the NASA dude.

"Yes, she does," said Kyrsten. "Can you blame her? Can you build something that can lap the moon in four hours?" He grumbled and moaned a bit and finally admitted that they couldn't and didn't even know where to start.

We ended up having a pleasant lunch, talking about all kinds of things, while magic was happening at the patent office. We were just finishing lunch when an aide came in with the message it was done. She also had our confidentiality agreements and handed them to Kyrsten with a nod. She passed them out and the men signed two copies and so did Kyrsten. She passed them to me, and I handed them to Ruby to sign.

I could have, but I was just fucking with them. Yes, the NASA dude called me on it, and this time Joe put a hand on his arm.

"It's fine. Ruby is welcome to sign. She's an adult, just a young, tiny one," said Joe. Yeah, I caught the gleam in his eye. So did Kyrsten. We let it slide.

"So, spill," repeated Kyrsten. We explained, at a high level, what had been developed. We even told the story of Nan's math, which made Joe and Kyrsten laugh and the NASA dude clearly didn't believe. He had a look of disgust on his face and finally couldn't hold back.

"Why are we listening to these children tell us fairy tales?" he said. Yes, I knew his name, but NASA dude was fine. He was a dick.

"Because those two," said Kyrsten, pointing to Ruby and me. "were the pilots on that plane yesterday that went around the moon. And she," point to Chris, "is 100% responsible for me being in this office. She's the kingmaker. She is the most powerful woman in politics, and I say that as the President of the United States. If she wants me out, I won't have another term and we both know it."

He just looked confused at this point, so we backed up and told him a bit of the longer story. I think he needed it.

"What are you going to do with it?" asked Joe.

"We haven't a clue," I said. "We flew it yesterday. We learned about it yesterday. Just imagine the possibilities. The satellites we can easily launch. The missions we can take on. It can make it to Mars in weeks. It can be a ferry to the moon and back. My guess is Dad will build the first house on the moon. He'll probably want his own space station too, which should be pretty simple."

He would. You know he would. My guess was Lawrence was already working on both. He knows Dad well. I'd bet he would know Dad even better soon.

"We can economically mine the moon if we want," I said. "Do you know the cost of fuel to make the round trip?"

"I'll bite, how much did it cost," asked Joe.

"$38," said Ruby. That got us an even crazier stare.

"Although, the costs should come down," said Ruby, with a laugh.

"Wait," said the NASA dude. "What you're saying changes the entire world. Can you make the drive small enough for airplanes? Flying cars? What can you do?"

"We don't know yet," I said. "But we think the answer is yes, which is why you signed those agreements. We must be careful, or we will tank entire industries. Oh, we will, but we must do it with a plan. Think about it. No more car industry. Or trucking industry. Or trains. Or roads. It changes everything. The Jetsons finally comes true, although I really want a Rosie the Robot. We'll work on that."

More stares. Even Chris and Ruby were caught up in it. What we had done yesterday was world-changing.

"Don't forget, we're also talking the end of fossil fuels for transportation. No need for power generation for electric cars," I said.

"But what's the by-product of the engine?" said the NASA dude. "It has to put off something."

"It does," said Ruby. "Oxygen. Its exhaust is pure oxygen."

That sat them back in their chairs.

"And I thought your family was rich now," said Kyrsten. "This changes everything."

"Yes, it does," I said.

Our new best friends

Marybeth here. A direction change again. Damn Dionysus was fun. It was a lot of hard work too. They were really pushing Richie and me at school. No, that's not fair. They were giving us the opportunity to push ourselves and we were taking it. That's more accurate. We were also having a lot of fun and I don't mean just the sex. Oh, the sex was incredible, but let's face it, we had waverunners and a yacht and, of course, our own cars. Still loving my Aston Martin.

That was one weird sentence to write.

I thought I'd share a fun story that involved our best friends Lyla and Lyle. Remember, we met them on our first day at school. Lyla is 11 years old, like us, but Lyle is only 9 years old. That was OK, particularly given how talented he was. Yeah, talented. He could cum too! I think a lot of the kids could cum younger here because they were getting so much sex. Win-win defined.

Back to our friends and the fun story. Lyla had challenged us to go to school naked. Leave the house, get into the cart, do a full day of school. All naked. She and Lyle would do it too. Honestly, I think she challenged us because she really wanted to do it and didn't want to do it alone. We thought she might be punking us, so we only agreed if we rode to school together. We were all bring clothes in our backpack, just in case it backfired.

So off we went this morning, all four of us in a cart, naked as the day we were born. Can you imagine all the people that talked to us about it? It was unbelievable.

No one did. Not one comment, all day long, from a student or teacher about the fact that we were naked. Nothing. Oh, we might have gotten a few more invitations to the wrestling room, but that was it.

We even upped the ante a bit. I went to class literally dripping down my leg. Do you know what the teacher did?

He swiped it off my leg with his finger, then put his finger in his mouth and sucked it off. Do you know what he said?

"Yum"

He freaking said yum. Then he invited me to go to the wrestling room during my free period.

Oh, I did, I did. He was a freaking hunk. Twenties, six-pack, 8 inches. Damn straight I did. Then I went to the next class dripping his cum. Hey it worked once. Except this time the teacher didn't use her finger. She dropped to her knees and licked it off. Starting at the bottom. Licking to the top. Then she sucked my clit. Yep, standing there in the classroom, while all the kids came in, I had a massive orgasm and squirted on the teacher. She taught the entire class wearing a white t-shirt that was now see-thru because I squirted so much.

No one said a thing. Some smiled at me. The boys liked her see-thru shirt and spend much of the class hard, but that was about it. No, not quite. The girls liked her see-thru shirt too. I had a free period the next period too, so I just went the wrestling room alone. I was confident I'd get some action. I just needed some cock. Lots of cock. Free periods are 50 minutes long. Guys cum in 5 minutes or less. I had 42 minutes in the room, since it was a bit of a hike.

9. I took nine loads. Left them all in. Then I had to break our naked all-day rule. I put on my panties. 9 loads. They didn't help much, because they got wet, but I was saving all the loads. I only had one more class and then I was taking my treat home to Mom. You know, Amelia.

I let her lick it all out while Richie and Cobb both fucked her. She didn't even kiss it to anyone. She just lapped it out and swallowed. All of it. What was up with that? The only other person I knew that did that was Amy when she was pregnant. Oh. I'll let her tell us when she's ready.

Oh, could you hear me scream while I was cumming? We had quite a night. We all fell asleep in their bed, with a giant wet spot. We didn't mind. I spent most of the night with Richie spooning me, which is how we usually slept. This time I was facing Mom, while Dad spooned her, so we fell asleep kissing.

We have a great family.

But the next day

Do you know what happened the next day? Well, nothing special for Richie and me, but I'd estimate about a third of the school came to school naked. You'll notice I didn't stay students, I said school. Easily half of the teachers were naked. Even the janitor was naked and that was incredible. I sucked him off in the hall, with a crowd watching. Took it on my little breasts and wore it to class.

Oh hell, you knew Richie and I stripped, right? I didn't know if it would last, but it was wonderful. The thing I really loved was that the people that were naked were all shapes, sizes, and ages. My Spanish teacher was easily 60-years-old, and she wasn't thin, but damn she rocked the confidence to be naked and the only comments I heard were compliments.

I am confident that the wrestling rooms got a workout. I know I went during my free period, but today was girl's day for me. I found plenty of willing participants. As I was leaving to head to my next class, I noticed the Spanish teacher, on her knees, getting just pounded by a boy of about 15. There was a line of boys waiting their turn. No, not just boys. As least two teachers in the line.

Skills and experience matter.

It tapered off a bit, but I'd estimate about 20% of people were naked on any given day now. It sure startled the new students, but they liked it.

I like beer

Bob here. I like beer. OK, that was out of nowhere, but with all the discussion of wine, and all the money we made on wine, the fact that I liked beer got suppressed a bit. I really liked a good IPA and spent a lot of time when we traveled finding some good local beers.

One day I found a list of the Top 50 IPA beers in the world. I made it my life's work to try them all, at the brewery.

OK, maybe not my life's work, but I had time on my hands and a fast passenger jet. I decided to do a weekly trip to a brewery, although I admit sometimes I squeezed in two or three. Usually I found a really nice hotel nearby and took someone fun with me. Sometimes more than one someone fun. Often that was Amy, but she doesn't like beer that much, so while the nights were fun, the brewery tours weren't. For some reason, the guys liked beer more than the girls, so many of them ended up being bro trips.

I was OK with that. Remember back to the first journal entry where I was so surprised that Orlando turned me on? Well, that whole guy thing cleared itself up well, now didn't it? Right smack near the middle of the continuum I am, for sure.

But I'm married to Amy. Can you imagine my gleeful little dance?

Back to beer.

Before I started the trips, I built a spreadsheet. You must have formality to your beer trips. A lot of the 50 were in the US, which still has archaic laws about, well, everything, so those trips were mostly adults. The exception was the two, yes two, in the Tampa area, and for that one we did a big trip. BIG trip.

The number one beer, at least on this list, was in Iowa. What the hell was in Iowa?

A number were in Belgium, and those were going to be fun. Yeah, I could take damn near anyone to those, and they'd get a taste. I did my homework to figure out who really liked beer. We even did beer tasting parties at the Prometheus resort and everyone was welcome. We'd even tasted some of the 50, but that didn't stop me from the brewery visits, because I had an ulterior motive.

Oh hell, you knew me well enough to know where I was heading, didn't you?

We dominated the wine world. What if we owned these breweries and used our distribution network? It could be game-changing for both the owners and, well, beer.

I had my core group of travelers that really liked a good beer. Blake was in that group, but I'll bet that didn't surprise you. One of Carlina and Gabe's neighbors Zeke loved a good beer. He was great fun to drink with too. Tall, thin, regal, with a nice cock. Yum, and I don't mean the beer. Another of Gabe's neighbors, Sargon, loved a good beer too, and since he was a stay-at-home dad, he could travel whenever we wanted. Nannies, you know, although Denne and Pari didn't need much supervision. Hell, Pari went with me some, although usually not with her Dad. She could have her dad whenever she wanted. She was fun, and smart, and grounded, for sure.

Oh, there were more but my true beer soulmate was Kyra, the construction forewoman at the resorts. 17-year-old adorable Kyra. Let me tell you, she was fun when she knocked back a few beers. Funny, witty, snarky, and sexy, which is a killer combination. Luckily Amy knew that our shared beer obsession, and love of hot sex, wasn't a risk to our marriage and didn't mind me traveling with Kyra. She was also mature enough that she's likely never gets carded at a brewery, even in the US. If she was, I'd buy a six-pack or two and we'd go back to our hotel suite and drink and fuck.

Not a bad plan B.

You know, that's not quite fair. I had another beer soulmate, Benjamin. No, not Ben, this was Benjamin. He ran the bars at all the resorts, both the one on Prometheus and the ones on Eros. A man that knew his liquor but loved a good beer. He was always looking for new and unique beers to feature, so this was killing two birds, so to speak. Benjamin was also great fun to travel with. He was a big, affable guy, maybe 6'2" (188 cm), 240. Yeah, maybe a few pounds overweight, and a bit of a bear, but you know, sometimes that's fun. He sure as hell was fun. In every way you can imagine. The guys and the girls love him, and he's always hanging around his own bars. I'm pretty sure he gets laid every night by a different guest. Or two. Or three.

Jason had done the financial homework and knew which ones we could likely buy, but we worked our way through the list from 50 to 1. It felt more formal.

Oh hell, we just wanted to sample 50 beers.

Today we were off to Belgium. Numbers 47, 40, 36, 24, 17, 9, 5, and 2. Yes, 8 of the 50 were from Belgium.

It was going to be hard to not get toasted. Then again, given they were spread way out, we had a driving problem. A 1,200-kilometer driving problem. 750 miles for you Americans.

I did not want to drive 750 miles.

So, we needed a pilot. We could take an E-62 and drop into the parking lot of all of them. It wouldn't exactly be discrete, but it would work. We needed a pilot that would go for a few days, fly us around, and not mind that much that we were probably a little drunk most of the time. I talked to Amy about it, given she didn't like beer that much, but she gave me a look. I didn't need words after that look.

Luckily, we maintained a list of pilots for each type of aircraft on the country's website. They were flagged if they were willing to fly others around for fun, and admittedly, most of them were. Benjamin, Kyra, and I worked through the list and picked pilots we thought would both do it and be tons of fun. Pari. Pari seemed like a nice choice. She said she would, but only if she could bring along Tyson so, as she put it, someone else wouldn't be drunk. She liked her beer but was willing to abstain. I had to laugh. A knowledgeable expert in IPAs, at 9-years-old.

Tyson was Sean and Emma's 10-year-old son, also a pilot, also tons of fun. Benjamin clearly liked the pair, but Kyra moaned when she read Pari's reply.

I guess we had our pilots. We'd asked a few others if they wanted to come, but we were going to be gone for a while, and we were going to make an offer on all eight of them, so it could be time-consuming.

Amy asked the obvious question. Why wouldn't I buy a house, if we were buying eight breweries? Oh, I liked that question and spent days looking at properties at Sotheby's, Christies, and other sites I use. I found quite a number, so we might look at a few, but one that just jumped out at me on the town square of Ixelles, which is a suburb of Brussels and home to the two major universities in Belgium.

In other words, the perfect area to consider a school. Pari was heavily involved in the schools now, as Nan's Assistant Minister. We'd explore a bit and look for a campus as well. Pari took on that search and before we left, she said she'd found three, one of which was both large and within walking distance of the house I liked.

Perfect.

A house and a school

Today was house and school day. It was just Pari and me. We'd run back and get the others tomorrow. They'd been invited, but the looks on their faces bordered on horror at walking through houses and, gasp, schools. Pari relished it and, well, I kind of relished Pari.

I did like puffies. Pari had puffies. Oh, she'd grown just a little from the original description and her breast bumps were full blown puffies now. At 9. Can you hear me groan?

Focus, Bob.

The house in Ixelles was just stunning. 1,200 square meters, so a little over 10,000 square feet. A huge house, but not by our standards. Seven bedrooms and six bathrooms. Somehow it managed to be historically interesting and quite modern, all at the same time. It had clearly had a huge investment in interior updating. Some quirky attic type rooms were interesting. It had a nice indoor pool and separate jacuzzi in an all tile room. There was a fascinating multi-level garden and there was a sauna off the lower level. Both open, with great views. The rear of the house was even a small woods, so very private. The final point was there was a small concrete area outside the back door that was perfect for the E-62, and even something larger.

I loved it. So did Pari.

The realtors were a young couple. A smoking hot young couple. We had told them we would be casual, and they listened, which is nice. He was in shorts and a polo and she was in a sundress that was modestly sheer.

She didn't like underwear. I was OK with that. From the twinkle in Pari's eyes, so did she.

I'm sure they assumed Pari was my daughter. It appeared to confuse them when Pari made the offer, but they got props for just rolling with it and doing the negotiation with her. Pari got handsy. Really handsy. I enjoyed just watching, and they clearly enjoyed it too, if his hard cock and her pointy nipples were a response, and I'm sure they were.

Oh, they were Athene and Robert, pronounced with a silent T. She was tall, probably 5'8" (173 cm), thin, with breasts not that much larger than Pari's. Model pretty, with light brown hair. He was tall too, easily 6'4", thin, but muscular. He could have been a taller version of me. Pretty ripped.

They went back and forth, with Athene on the phone with the seller's agent, and were far apart, over a half million euros. I thought Pari's offer was more than fair, and I loved her negotiation skills.

"Well, we love it, and can close the deal with a wire transfer, but we don't love it that much," said Pari, crossing her arms.

Even we could hear the seller's agent say "wire transfer? Did she say wire transfer?". Oh, it was in French, but we both spoke it fluently. We'd done the entire tour and discussion in French.

Pari just nodded. Again, we heard the seller's agent when she said one word.

Sold

Or more accurately, vendu

The nice thing was it was sold furnished and we both really liked their taste. Once that was out of the way, and Athene had hung up the phone, Pari went in for the hug. Oh yes, Athene gave her quite a hug, then Pari went for the hug from Robert. He even picked her up for the hug, and when he set her down, she started to unsnap his shorts.

This was the moment of truth. He let her do it and Athene came over and started unbuttoning my shorts, so I took it that we were cool.

"So, do you play with your dad?" asked Robert, to Pari.

"He's not my dad," said Pari. "But he is a damn good fuck."

Another tone setter.

"You're not his daughter, but you're traveling with him and buying a house?" asked Athene. "What are you to him?"

"Two things, right now. I'm the Assistant Minister of Education, and we're looking at purchasing a nearby school campus," said Pari. "This week, I'm also his pilot, because he's going to buy some breweries and he shouldn't drink beer and fly a hypersonic plane."

Yeah, we were all standing their naked, and that explanation got them confused.

"Listen, none of that matters. Let's head to the bedroom," said Pari. "But not the master. That's for Bob and Amy." She led the way to the next largest bedroom. Yep, all still naked.

"Here's what we're going to do," said Pari. "Athene, on the bed, with your head at the foot of the bed. Bob, golden arches with her. I'll get on top and lick you both. Robert, you fuck me."

They didn't quite follow that, so she moved Athene into place and helped her arrange her legs so I could enter her. Then she climbed up and on and started licking us both. I saw the little bottom wiggle and Robert slid right into her, with a nice 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock. Athene understood and started licking them both.

This was nice. I'd have to show this to Amy. Pari and Tyson would probably help. I gently slid in and out of Athene, because if I'd really pounded, I would have bucked Pari off. Robert followed my lead and we kept stroking until both Athene and Pari went over. Twice. Robert went first and pulled out, giving Athene a bit of a facial and then he lifted his cock and to my surprise, hit me in the chest.

That was all I needed, and I pulled out and just covered Pari with cum. Her face, her chest, Athene's chest.

Cum everywhere.

So Pari explained cleanup and told Robert to clean me up while she cleaned up Athene. That could have gone either way, but Robert was clearly into it. We ended up in a 69 that was damn nice, and we both swallowed. Sometimes you just want to swallow.

Pari showed Athene her skills until Athene finally panted for her to stop. Yes, panted.

Then we checked to see if the shower could comfortably hold four.

Spoiler alert. It could.

Pari pointed out that she and I needed to go as the walk would take about 15 minutes.

"No, you don't," laughed Athene. "We're the agents for the school too. We didn't connect that appointment was with you two. It was listed as the Assistant Minister of Education from Dionysus. We didn't have a name. Hell, even if we did, I wouldn't have connected it with the 9-year-old we met. Your country must be pretty amazing, if you're in that role."

Pari laughed.

"Yeah, I'm a little old for it. The Minister is 4," said Pari. Jaws dropped.

"So, what's your role Bob, other than tagging along while Pari buys things and being a great fuck?" asked Athene.

I hated this part. It sounded so pompous. Before I could answer, Pari jumped in. She's a strong young woman.

"He's the king," said Pari. Both Athene and Robert laughed a little. It just hung there for a minute.

"Is she serious? You're the king? Don't you own the whole damn country?" said Robert.

Seemed like a good time to shrug my shoulders.

With that we set off for the school.

Bob has some skills

Pari here. That was great fun. Bob sure does have some skills. So did Robert! I'll take the pen, since the school purchase was my decision. Surely that doesn't surprise you. Bob was just nice enough to tag along.

Tonight, he'd do more than that. Uh huh.

We arrived at the campus and it couldn't have been more picturesque. If you were building a movie set for an exclusive private boarding school, you could not have done better. Rolling green lawn, brick buildings, huge athletic fields, large and comfortable dorms. It would need work, as it hadn't been occupied for a long time. The owners had sat on it asking too much money for too long, then took a beating in the financial downturn. It was owned by the bank, who must be willing to deal if the back taxes were included. It was an albatross for them.

I didn't care. Bob didn't care. We'd overpay and be happy about it. The town council did require us to restore it historically appropriately, but we wouldn't have done it any other way. Chloe and Ben did that at the resort in the south of France and at Morgan's house in Oxfordshire, so they knew the drill.

Oh, like some of the other campuses we'd acquired, this wasn't a private high school, it was a college. A large college. It had housing for a little over 4,000 and classrooms to also handle another 3,000 commuters.

7,000 students. It had on-campus housing for most of the professors, arranged in a nice village of sorts. It was quite large, which was surprising, as it was just on the outskirts of Brussels and just that 15-minute walk from Bob's new house. It was roughly a thousand hectares, which is close to 2,500-acres. Over 10 square kilometers.

Large.

It sat between the other two universities and had, at one time, been their peer. The location was ideal, because our students would benefit from the other schools. I would need to meet with their representatives, as we could do so many interesting things jointly, particularly given I had an open checkbook. OK, nobody used checks, but you get the idea.

I liked it. Bob clearly liked it too. We spent a long time walking the campus and the buildings. Then we drove the boundary and that took a long time. The fence was in good repair, which was good. Finally, we got down to the negotiations. This was going to be complicated, so we suggested that the bank officer drive over.

"Oh, they'll never do that," said Athene.

"Really? How many offers have they had on the property?" I said. Bob just laughed. "They're asking over 300 million Euros. They're insane, but that's what they're asking. We checked the zoning and this property can be nothing other than a school. We did our research and the zoning authority will never, ever change that. Who has the money to spend 300 million euros but us? Seriously, who?"

Athene gave us a grin and called the bank. Much to her surprise, they agreed to drive right over. This was fun.

"You cannot introduce us," said Pari. "They cannot know where we're from or who we are." Athene and Robert agreed. A car drove up. An entry-level Mercedes, so this guy made a bit, but not a lot. Selling this property would probably make him a made man at the bank.

He got out and came over and held out his hand to Bob. Bob just shook his head and pointed at me. Good job, Bob.

"I'm the buyer," I said. "He's just my driver." Bob took a step back, showing deference. Oh, he was close enough to hear, and he stepped behind the banker, so we could still make eye contact.

"You can't possibly be the buyer," said the banker dude.

"She just spent 15 million euros buying the Mansion on the Green," said Robert. "Paid for it with a wire transfer. I'd suggest you listen." I've read the journals. I think Amy's idea of eyebrow raising power generation was a good one.

"OK. I don't understand it, but I've got nothing to lose but a bit of my afternoon," he said. So far, he'd been speaking English. I thought I'd throw him a bit.

"Do you prefer English, French, German, or Dutch?" I asked, knowing all were official languages. Given Bob and I both speak them all fluently, it didn't matter to us, and it made a point.

"Well, I'm Dutch, but you know the language?" he said. I answered him in Dutch.

"Any of the four would have been fine," I said. "We're prepared to make an offer. Let's just cut to the chase. We'll wire the money this afternoon for the full amount. What's your bottom-line price that you'll accept?" Oh, he got all huffy.

"We believe we have the property more than fairly priced," he said. I couldn't contain myself and laughed. Even my driver laughed, which got him a look from the banker.

"Fairly priced for the last 9 years?" I said. "No offers at all. I doubt anyone has even looked at the property in five years. Restrictions on its use only as a school, and a town council that would never change that. Taxes are killing you, and unpaid, which leaves you at risk of the town seizing the property for back taxes, leaving you with absolutely nothing. We can just wait you out and buy it from the town for almost nothing. I'm willing to bet that if we put our proposal in front of them for bringing it back to life, they'd seize it tomorrow. Now, do you want to rethink that answer?"

I could see Bob was having trouble controlling his laughter. Even Robert had to cough to cover it. Athene just gave me a smile.

"Well, I suppose we have a little room," he said. I gave him my biggest smile and let me tell you, mine was close to Ruby or Sophia's.

Powerful. He almost looked like I had hit him, all from a smile. Then he got hard.

Oh good. That changed the dynamic.

"200 million euros, paid today. No counters," I said.

"I'm authorized...," he started to say. I cut him off.

"No counters. If that's a counter, you're wasting your breath. Call the decision maker," I said. He clearly had his dander up, but he did.

They took it. What choice did they have?

A fixer upper

Bob here. I loved the house we bought but had one more to look at. A fixer upper in St. Hubert. Fairly close to two of the Top 50, so convenient. It had an interesting history. Parts of it were built in the 7th century. Yes, 7th. It grew and grew and ended up being owned by the government in the late 1800s, then neglected. More recently, if in the last 30 years is recently, plans had been drawn up for renovation, but never executed.

This morning we were picking up Chloe and Ben and they were going with us. Both of them? Yeah, surprised me too, but the challenge was just too great. The plans were worthless, given their age, but gave us some ideas.

Why so special? Perhaps the 600-hectare grounds?

No, that's not it.

The historical significance?

Part of it.

The 45-bedrooms with ensuite baths?

Yep, that was it.

Oh, Pari was coming with us. I was cool with a 45-bedroom house, but she pointed out it could be the centerpiece for one hell of a school. I'm not sure those are mutually exclusive, so Chloe and Ben were going to consider a design that allow for a dozen or so bedrooms to be our end and the rest be part of the school. There was discussion about whether it should be residence, administrative offices, class rooms, or both. Chloe was already in touch with the local authorities about the idea and they were ecstatic and open to just about any solution that restored the chalet. Yes, they called it a chalet, although my vision would have been smaller when I heard the word.

Chloe and Ben absolutely loved it and I admit I thought it was freaking cool. So, we bought it.

Two more schools. Chloe and Ben headed back home and Benjamin. Kyra, and Tyson joined us. We went back to Brussels to the new house and used it as our base. OK, that night, we didn't leave the new house. We also only used one bedroom. The kids wanted to play a game, so we played a simple game of naked spin the bottle.

Pari was the winner of the night. Three cocks. What can I say? We let her start and it pointed to Benjamin. It was spinners choice and she pushed him on his back and climbed right on. She waved the other two of us over and managed to suck both our cocks at the same time. That was sexy as hell. Between her sucking and rubbing my cock against Tyson's, neither of us lasted long and just coated her puffies. It all dripped down on Benjamin's cock, which set him off and he filled her up.

We all got a turn licking it out and cleaning her up and kissing it to her. No that's not fair. Kyra licked most of it out. That left her open, you know. I fought off the other two guys. Well, maybe not fought off. They'd get their turn. The game was clearly over and Pari became the director. She ran to the kitchen and came back with ten clothespins. Ouch and oooh.

All three of us men did a round robin, so we each took two loads. We did it while we went down on Pari or Kyra. They liked that a lot. Finally, we were just done.

Beer beer

Bob still. That was great fun. I woke up a little worn out, but Pari brought me back to life. We got a late start, probably because of the unexpected hour we all spent in bed and in the shower. We finally got out and managed to see three breweries on our first day. Loved them all. This time Tyson took the lead and negotiated all three deals. The next day we saw three more and it was Pari's turn. The final day we saw the last two and they each bought one.

Benjamin, Kyra, and I were just along to taste the beer and let me tell you they were all amazing. The new beer division needed a leader, so we shifted Benjamin out of his current role and made him the beer company CEO, reporting to Sophia.

Beer was going to make us a fortune. OK, another fortune. I'm sure we'll tell the story of other beer runs later.

Finally playing underwater

Bob here. This is a totally different story.

I can't believe it took us this long to get to Tahoe to play in our submersible. OK, I laughed as I typed that.

The class was great fun and the little sub was so simple to operate. We wouldn't be making any deep dives any time soon but would just play around in the couple hundred feet area until we got comfortable. That gave us an escape with air tanks, if necessary. We're also going to limit it, for now, to certified scuba divers, which includes all of us that went through training. Hey, we lived in Florida. We liked to scuba dive. Not sure it ever came up in a journal before. Maybe we'll have to try naked scuba or underwater sex.

You know we're going to have sex in the sub. It's not like we could during training. We thought about it, but...

Anyway, we invited our California friends and most of them were certified but only some could make it. Audrey and her kids, Carter and Caroline. Santiago and Tai, from our LA home. Paul and Deb, one pair of Napa caretakers. We needed more, um, kids, so be brought Chris' cousin Billy, who we hadn't seen in forever, plus Clay, Cindy, Terry, and Renee, who were Lance, Linda, and Matt's kids. The parents were invited, but just sent the kids. That happens a lot. Billy I came along, with Billy III. Grace came up, which made Orlando happy and so did Camila which made Grace and Orlando happy.

Luca and Elena were with us which meant Gabe and Ruby came. Their significant others weren't certified yet, but they encouraged them to come. We would relax that rule eventually, if for no other reason to take Amara down.

Thirteen kids, eight adults. Oh yeah.

We did ensure that everyone had more than one wet suit, as Lake Tahoe is always cold. It turns out that Santiago, Tai, Paul, and Deb were all certified Scuba instructors, so we had refresher classes in the pool and in the lake before we did anything else. Then it was time for dives. We were limiting ourselves to 100 feet for our first dives. Since there were 21 of us, and the sub held 7, we had a perfect multiple.

I got to lead the first trip, being, well, me. Something about buying the sub. We drew two adults and four kids out of a hat, which meant I had Tai, Camila, Chris, Carter, Clay, and Ruby. Damn, that would be quite a party. That left Orlando and Leslie on the boat, as our two trained submersible pilots, who had also been trained on the support role.

We dropped into the water and lowered ourselves to 100 feet. Damn this was truly cool. The lights really brightened up the underwater seascape and we saw all kinds of fish. We intentionally did our dive in about 120 feet of water, so we'd see the lake floor. I looked over and Ruby was wiggling out of her wetsuit.

"Oh, come on," she said. "Somebody is going to fuck me. This is too cool. Carter was the first to react and started peeling out of his suit.

Which is how we all got to watch Carter fuck Ruby. In a submersible. A hundred feet below the surface. They were quick about it and Carter came in Ruby. I gave Chris credit for being quick, as she sucked it all out and was nice enough to kiss it to me. Aww.

Leslie and Orlando called us back up, as our turn was over, and no one seemed particularly surprised when Carter and Ruby climbed out of the sub naked. I think we set a trend of one naked couple per dive.

Next up as a pilot was Orlando, so I'll pass this to him.

Another fun mix

Orlando here.

I drew Audrey, Billy I, Gabe, Elena, Santiago, and Cindy. A nice mix. We settled down near the bottom and it was a race to see who stripped first. There were some ties, so Elena, Gabe, Cindy, and Santiago were naked. That worked. We all watched Gabe fuck Elena while Santiago fucked Cindy. I laughed, because they had to introduce each other first. Sure. My name is Cindy, please fuck me. The sub was small, so Cindy plopped down on Santiago's lap and he lifted her up and down.

Audrey and Billy got cleanup. Both of them kissed it to me. I loved it, of course.

We got to the surface with four naked people, which I suspect was going to be a challenge for Leslie.

"OK, folks," said Leslie. Deb, Grace, Billy, Terry, Renee, and Luca. You're with me. Wet suits off. We don't need them." Yeah, everybody stripped, and it was a nice sight. Little Billy had grown a bit. The three boys were hard, and I am sure they knew they were all fucking somebody. I'll pass the pen to the pilot.

Of course they all did

Leslie here. Yeah, I'm the pilot. I decided to be generous and just watch. Little Billy fucked Deb, which was fun to watch. Luca fucked Renee, which left Terry with Grace. Oh God it was hot. I admit I frigged myself to multiple orgasms. They all traded around, and I got all that nice cum kissed to me. Yum. Our turn was up too fast, and we all went to the surface. I'll pass this back to Dad.

Lots of pen passing

Bob again.

I sent them all down below to get dressed. We didn't want to draw too much attention on the lake, although no one was nearby. We called it a day, as we were new to this and didn't know the exact effects.

Oh, did you notice Amy wasn't even with us? She felt pretty strongly about it. She did tell me that she had a guys' weekend planned. No, not a girls' weekend, a guys'. She promised she'd tell me all about it when I got back. If only she could save me all that cum. Oh, I'd get enough out here, for sure.

Working on our improv skills

We went out to a raucous, fun-filled early dinner and then headed back to the house for game night.

We started out with another round of porn improv. Ruby loved this game and always came up with the scripts. They were increasingly stupid, but that was OK. That was kind of the point. She did say that she was limited because the whole cougar theme didn't work or anything like it, because adults and kids fucking were just normal to us. Yeah, that's limiting, for sure.

The first card said it needed a male teacher, a female teacher, two female students, and two male students. This was a big one. I don't think we'd ever used six before. The title was Sex education by example. Well sure. We pulled the names and the male teacher was Ruby and the female teacher was Chris. Why not? The two male students were Grace and Luca and the two female students were Santiago and Billy III.

Oh God it was stupid. The dialogue was stunningly bad. Mostly it was just a word salad to get to the main event. Well, OK, that's pretty much what all porn is. Since we had a lot of gender reversal, we needed a lot of two-headed dildos. Luckily, we're a prepared bunch. Since it was leading by example, and a class, of course the teachers had to go first. Ruby fucked Chris, and damn, they enjoyed it and we all did two. Two pairs of puffies. Then the students matched up. Grace fucked Billy III and was nice enough to choose a thin dildo and Luca fucked Santiago. Ruby and Chris were teachers, so spent the fuck giving pointers.

I learned a couple things. Porn can be educational, right?

We went through a few more scenes, but were just worn out, given the time change, so off to bed. I ended up with Carter and Chris. Yeah, that was good.

Amy jumps in

Amy here. Yes, I was in Florida, with some friends. Guy friends. Damn straight I said a boy's weekend, although they were a bit of range. Tonight was just pleasure Amy night. OK, you're probably thinking every night is pleasure Amy night and you'd be right, but I hadn't seen all these men recently.

Like Tim. And Jim. And Tyler. And Will, Cooper, Mason, Malik, and Noah. I'd seen Hunter and Jesse recently, but damn straight they were invited. You're in town, you've got a nice cock, and you're invited.

Did you count?

Ten. 10. Oh yeah. 10.

This is where you're expecting some elaborate game or story, but no, mostly they just fucked me, or I sucked them or both. Sometimes they fucked or sucked each other, although we were still working under the rule that all cum came to me. I encouraged them to cum on my tits and lick it off. My tits were still incredibly sensitive. Every time someone did that, I came. Hard.

All night long.

Nothing much more to this story, but I sure did enjoy it!

Oh so tired

Bob again.

We all slept in, being, you know, tired, but then we wanted to go back down in the submersible. The four of us that were trained pilots talked about it and decided we were comfortable with 500 feet this time.

500 feet!

We took the boat out for a cruise, basically looking for someplace about the right depth and found a nice spot, out in the middle a bit. The nice thing about our big boat was it had hover, so it kept us perfectly in place. One of our trained people was the boat pilot, two were on on-boat support, and one was pilot. We decided to rotate as no one would be upset if they got to go more than once.

The kids all suggested I go first, and we drew straws for the other adults and four kids. Fate gave me sibling groups. Carter and Caroline and Gabe and Ruby, with Camila and Tai. We'd all agreed that today would be sex free. Shocking, isn't it. We really wanted to explore, and we could play tonight. Given who I had with me, that was going to be hard. Hard, get it? We dropped down, down, down and it got so dark. All we could see was with the lights. We saw some fascinating fish. We finally got to about 50 feet from the bottom and it was so darn cool. 500 feet! Suddenly Carter called out.

"I see something," he yelled and pointed out the window, to the left. There was something on the lake floor. Something big. We maneuvered over and I aimed the light at it. It was an airplane. A big airplane. It was old, very old. It looked like Air Force plane, with four engines, with propellers. I don't know planes that well, but it looked like maybe World War II vintage?

I very carefully moved closer and shined the light on the front of the plane. I heard Carter scream, then everyone screamed.

OK, even I screamed.

There were two skeletons at the controls.

Damn. This was truly freaky. I marked the location in the GPS, so we could find our way back. We didn't know if it was significant or if everyone knew about it, but we decided to keep it to ourselves. Our time was up, so we went up and passed the sub to the other two groups. They went down and saw the wreck too. By the time everyone was done, I found that Tahoe had a maritime museum. If anyone would know, you would think they would, but we'd dance around it a bit. I also texted Sota to investigate maritime salvage in Lake Tahoe.

Was it ours since we found it?

We went back up and locked down the sub and headed back for a late lunch. The plane was the big topic of discussion during lunch. What was it? Why was it in the lake? Did anyone know about it?

You get the idea. We decided the museum would be a good outing, and Orlando and Grace were elected to ask about planes in the lake. The museum turned out to be cool and before we left, I put a couple thousand in their donation box. I'd ask Morgan to make a significant donation from Hayden.

We liked it, we supported it.

But back to the conversation. Orlando and Grace had broken off and were talking to the museum director, Gregg. I'll pass Grace the pen. Before their conversation, Sota texted me that salvage was clear and yes, if no one else had found it, we owned it. He'd registered the claim, quietly, to a shell corporation and searched and there were no similar claims in Lake Tahoe. There were no claims at all in Lake Tahoe.

What was it?

Grace here. I do love journaling. I must come back and share some more fun ones soon. Let's just say being part of this family had opened my eyes and was, um, fun.

So, we met Gregg, the museum director. We were pretty good at making it casual. It turned out he knew our music, so we let him talk about that for a few minutes. Finally, I saw an opening.

"So, does the lake hold any secrets?" I asked. "Surely there are stories that aren't part of the typical tour. I'll bet you know all about them." OK, I admit I flirted a bit. What can I say? I learned from the master. Ruby.

"Well, there is one legend, but no one has ever believed it," said Gregg.

"Oh, that sounds fun," I said. Yes, I was touching his arm. It was the new me. Sexy Grace. OK, maybe not.

"The rumor was that near the end of World War II, there were concerns about valuables held by the US government in Hawaii. This was after Pearl Harbor, and the Japanese had shown they could attack at a distance. The story goes that everything was loaded into available planes and flown to Nellis Air Force base outside Las Vegas. The rumor is that one B-29 Superfortress never made it and was never found. There are stories that the crew hijacked the plane, it crashed somewhere, or they were abducted by aliens. The government never acknowledged the flight or the plane, but conspiracy theorists note that one B-29 mysteriously has never been located. One theory is the plane crashed into Lake Tahoe. It would be way off course, but the night of the flight was stormy and windy, at least according to the lore. The contents of the plane were sketchy, but it was supposed to be gold. Lots of gold," said Gregg. "People have done some surveys of the lake, but the lake is deep, and no one took it that seriously before."

Well now. We were going to blow the theories out of the water. It felt a little like opening a tomb. Both creepy and interesting and you never knew what you'd find. We left it there and went to lunch to talk about it as a group. We went to the Driftwood Cafe. Shin had made all the arrangements for us. Shin, Amy Lou, and Mary Lou had wanted to come, but needed their certification, so all three were back on Dionysus, taking the classes. My guess is they were going to get someone to fly them here once they were certified. They were working on their flying too, but not quite there yet.

Back on task, we'd asked our assistant team to find a good salvage company and it was Radinka that got back to us. Our new assistants were a huge success. Every single one was outstanding. They'd bought a shared phone, and we just texted whatever we needed and whoever had the phone made magic happen. In this case, Radinka had found a salvage company, BJ's Barge service. OK, we're children at heart, so we laughed at the name, but Radinka had shared that no salvage company on the lake could possibly lift the plane, but BJ had prior experience that showed he could, if we funded the equipment.

Now that's a level of unexpected research.

OK, I have no idea why I still have the pen, but this is pretty darn cool stuff. We decided that most of our group would head back to the house and play for a while. Take that however you want, but there were boats, and waverunners, and a heated pool. I thought this was cool, so Bob and I were headed towards BJ's. It was a beautiful day, so we traded cars around and Bob and I took off in a gorgeous SL65 convertible. Lots of luxury, for sure. It was about a 45-minute run up the left side of the lake and damn it was beautiful. Bob and I chatted our way along. He's easy to talk to for a king.

OK, I blew him when we got to a quiet spot. Oh, we didn't stop. Top down, wind in our hair, cock in my mouth. Fun, remember?

We finally arrived and pulled into the lot and went inside and asked for BJ. A huge bear of a man came out from the back and introduced himself. We asked if we could go somewhere private to discuss a large salvage project. He was affable and smiled and led us into his office.

"We wanted to talk to you about a salvage project," said Bob. "It's a big job, and likely beyond your existing equipment, but we understand you have considerable experience with projects of this size." You could tell he was intrigued and just told us to continue.

"This is going to sound a little crazy, but let me walk through it," said Bob. "We own a small submersible. We were exploring the lake, and yesterday we were deep, at about 500 feet, and discovered an old airplane. We think, from our simple research, that it is a B-29. We'd like to raise it. We already claimed salvage."

BJ just looked at us for a minute.

"OK, you're right, it does sound crazy. Let's walk through it step by step," said BJ, disbelieving a bit, but clearly intrigued. "What kind of submersible do you own?"

"A U-boat Worx Cruise Sub. 7-passenger," said Bob.

"That's a five or six-million-dollar sub," said BJ. Bob acknowledged it was.

"What do you use as a tender?" asked BJ.

"A Trinity 187," said Bob.

"That's yours?" said BJ. "That yacht is the talk of the lake. I didn't realize it had a sub. Too cool. I'm interested, but the equipment would have to be purchased. It's not something I would have or likely use again. It isn't as hard as you think, though. We would use lift bags, float it to the surface, and tow it ashore. Does your sub have an arm?"

We assured him that it did.

"Perfect, I'll need to see it, but likely, that's the key part of the project. Leasing a sub and bringing it here would be complicated and expensive. The other problem is where to tow it ashore. We would need some room and the ability to have the restoration people remove the wings for transport. It will need to be someplace right on the water where the plane could sit for several weeks. I don't know how we're going to find that," said BJ.

"Oh, that's easy too. We have room at our house," said Bob.

"Ah, so you bought it. We all wondered who bought it," said BJ. I guess it was an identifiable home, but really, they wondered? Small communities.

"OK, let us know when you can start. We can have one of our pilots come back to operate the sub, or if you have the right people, we'll just give you access to the tender and the sub," said Bob.

"You would just let us use it?" said BJ.

"Sure. You're a pro. If you do, though, we'll need to spend an hour or so with whoever is going to pilot the ship. It has a unique propulsion system. Easy to use, but different. Fast too," said Bob.

"Fast? What do you mean by fast?" said BJ.

"Top speed is 140 knots," said Bob. BJ laughed.

"Shit, you're serious, aren't you?" said BJ.

"Yes, but you'll need to keep it under 40 knots unless we remove the helicopter. In fact, we'll do that before we leave unless you need it. We're fine either way, we don't need the helicopter right now," said Bob. After that they worked out all the details. BJ said he would let us know, but he thought he could get everything done in two weeks.

"Great. Give us a day's warning. We want to be here when it is opened up," said Bob. Yeah, we did.

Back to Tahoe

Grace again. Today was the day that the plane came up, we hoped. Bob and I flew back, just the two of us. We were the most interested and the others were all busy. At first it was a little weird, at least in my head, flying with just Bob for a few days, but I pushed that aside quickly.

Mainly because I wanted him to fuck me. Repeatedly.

Trips are fun.

We landed on the 187, to the surprise of the crew we'd hired. Let's face it, we were flying a Star Wars fighter plane that could go into space. They don't just drop from the sky very often. We explained what it was, and they weren't that surprised. You know. Boat, house, helicopter, sub. Bob had already shown he was interesting. More interesting than they'd ever know. We went down in the sub with two of their divers. Bob was the most familiar with the arm, so he did the hard work and it didn't take long at all. We backed off and they started inflating the bags from the surface. One of the bags was positioned poorly, so we had them stop and we moved it a bit.

That did the trick and up it went with us following. Suddenly it broke free and so did we. They lifted us back onto the deck and we got out and looked at it. What surprised me the most was how small it was. A bomber called a superfortress should be huge. In length, it was almost the same as a G650. The wings were half again longer, so it could lift the bombs, I suppose.

They had dropped one of the little boats in the water and used it to connect a tow harness. We ever so slowly started back to Bob's place. When we got there, they had a large crane already in place and lifted it out of the water and onto the lawn. We were off the boat fast. I don't think I mentioned that Gregg from the museum was with us. We wanted him to see it from the bottom of the lake to his museum, although we hadn't told him that last part yet. To our complete surprise, the door to the plane opened easily. Bob, Gregg, and I carefully climbed on board. I was taking tons of pictures of the entire thing. Right there in the middle of the floor were trunk after trunk strapped down. Twenty trunks in all. They had deteriorated badly, so we could see what was inside of them.

Gold bars, or at least they looked like it.

"Those are standard 400 troy ounce bars," said Gregg. "Lots of them. Roughly a half million a bar." There were a lot of bars. Each crate had 10x10x20 bars. We could easily figure that out. So, 2,000 bars per crate. A billion dollars per crate. 20 crates.

Shit. $20 billion. Only Bob could find $20 billion laying around.

"Dude, you're rich," said Gregg, to Bob. Yeah, we both laughed. How could we not?

"I'm guessing the US government will have a say in that," said Bob.

As it turned out, they didn't. It had been written off by the actual owners and insurance paid years ago. Salvage law applied. What was most amazing was that each bar would bring a premium because of its history. Too cool.

Bob used some of the money to have the B-29 restored and donated it to the maritime museum. He also donated $100 million to the museum to setup a trust to fund the museum.

They expanded a bit. For now, Bob put the rest of a money in a trust to decide what to do with it. It's not like he needed it.

Who needs an extra $20 billion, right?

Oh, Bob and I celebrated that night. I could never tell Orlando this, but as incredible lover as he is, Bob is better. Not much, but better. Bob made parts of my body tingle that I don't think were supposed to tingle. He was such a passionate and giving lover. Me too, so I am confident he enjoyed himself too. He spent almost an hour going down on me. I finally had to make him stop, but that just meant he slid up and in.

Like that was a break. It was incredible. Oh, I ended up cum covered more than once, but I was very much OK with that. One of his cums I made him flip his legs over his head and cum right into his own mouth. He kind of liked that, but I ended up with all of it.

That was a passionate kiss. We fell asleep together and he woke me up with his tongue.

Orlando did that too, quite often. It is a pleasant way to wake up. We spent the day, playing in a smaller boat, swimming naked in the heated pool, making love. It was so nice.

Then we headed home. Orlando had saved himself while I was gone.

Oh yeah. Orlando was damn good too. I guess Bob really wasn't better, just different.

Orlando is my soulmate. Nothing beats that.

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