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The doctor recommended waiting until we were healed up way more than we were to actually choose to fly.
Unfortunately we didn’t take her advice and we got on the plane two weeks later. And damn was it painful.
Gabriel made sure that I took my medication and slyly slid his hand into my pants, making me c*m multiple times on the way and God did it help.
Luckily I fell asleep about three hours in.
When I awoke we were in Spain. Mijas. I suddenly realized that my father had talked about having a little hideaway somewhere in Spain and now I knew why we had come.
We weren’t in Mijas exactly, not yet. We had to take a taxi from the airport. To the secluded little area where my fathers place was hidden. 30 more minutes and I could lay in a bed.
“Gabe…. It’s absolutely gorgeous here.”
