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Sexy Wife Lures Me to Hawaii with a Year-Long Anniversary Surprise and Nubile Island Girls Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Hawaii “If everyone can please take their seats, we'll be landing in Honolulu in a few minutes,” Lynda stated over Air Force One's intercom. “I guess we have to get up,” I sighed to Mary. She pouted, “I don't want to.” We lay in bed in the small cabin that nestled in the tail of Air Force One. We spent the bulk of the six hour flight in here making love and enjoying each other's company as we celebrated our first year of marriage. So much had happened the last year: Brandon's Attack, the Fall of Seattle, the Wormwood Plague, the Patriots, and the birth of our beautiful daughter. It seemed like we had lived a lifetime. We left our daughter Chase with the sluts in Washington State. The only ones on the plane with us were a squad of bodyguards and the staff necessary to pilot it. I wasn't sure what awaited us in Hawaii; Mary had flown out several times with her father over the last month, all excited as she prepared a big surprise for our anniversary, and taking her father meant she was binding people with the Zimmah spell. Hopefully, some nubile, island girls. “C'mon,” I said, scooping my wife up in my arms. She threw her arms around my neck, nuzzling her face into my throat. “I love it when you carry me,” she giggled. “It makes me feel so loved and protected. Safe in your arms.” I kissed her forehead. I loved carrying her; there was something sexy about carrying a naked, loving woman in your arms. “Than you better keep your girlish figure,” I told her. “As long your light and nubile, I don't have a problem with it.” She giggled. “That's a pretty good incentive. I would hate to give this up!” I sat her down in the seat and took the one next to her. She snuggled up next to me and I put my arm around her; my nose filled with the coconut scent of her shampoo and the salty, sweet musk of our love making. “You smell wonderful,” I whispered. “You smell like sex,” she answered. “Wicked, naughty sex. …and then things took a turn

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Sexy Wife Lures Me to Hawaii with a Year-Long Anniversary Surprise and Nubile Island Girls

Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Hawaii

“If everyone can please take their seats, we'll be landing in Honolulu in a few minutes,” Lynda stated over Air Force One's intercom.

“I guess we have to get up,” I sighed to Mary.

She pouted, “I don't want to.”

We lay in bed in the small cabin that nestled in the tail of Air Force One. We spent the bulk of the six hour flight in here making love and enjoying each other's company as we celebrated our first year of marriage. So much had happened the last year: Brandon's Attack, the Fall of Seattle, the Wormwood Plague, the Patriots, and the birth of our beautiful daughter.

It seemed like we had lived a lifetime.

We left our daughter Chase with the sluts in Washington State. The only ones on the plane with us were a squad of bodyguards and the staff necessary to pilot it. I wasn't sure what awaited us in Hawaii; Mary had flown out several times with her father over the last month, all excited as she prepared a big surprise for our anniversary, and taking her father meant she was binding people with the Zimmah spell.

Hopefully, some nubile, island girls.

“C'mon,” I said, scooping my wife up in my arms.

She threw her arms around my neck, nuzzling her face into my throat. “I love it when you carry me,” she giggled. “It makes me feel so loved and protected. Safe in your arms.”

I kissed her forehead. I loved carrying her; there was something sexy about carrying a naked, loving woman in your arms. “Than you better keep your girlish figure,” I told her. “As long your light and nubile, I don't have a problem with it.”

She giggled. “That's a pretty good incentive. I would hate to give this up!”

I sat her down in the seat and took the one next to her. She snuggled up next to me and I put my arm around her; my nose filled with the coconut scent of her shampoo and the salty, sweet musk of our love making.

“You smell wonderful,” I whispered.

“You smell like sex,” she answered. “Wicked, naughty sex.”

“That's because I spent the last few hours with a wicked, naughty filly.”

“Only wicked and naughty?” she asked.

“And beautiful and loving,” I quickly added. “My Goddess.”

She let out a happy sigh and gave me a deep, loving kiss.

Lynda and Joslyn flew the plane as skillfully as ever, touching down at Honolulu International Airport with a screech of tires and a roaring rumble as the plane slowed to a graceful stop, then taxied up to a waiting reception. Our flight attendants, the lovely Monique and Lize, opened the door and I embraced the delightfully busty Lize while Mary enjoyed a kiss and a grope from Monique.

Outside, the Legion guarded the perimeter and a ring of bodyguards, all wearing mirrored sunglasses, waited at attention around an open-topped, white Rolls Royce converted into a limo. The limo idled at

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