It was night and everyone was sleeping. I felt hungry so I got down the train when a station arrived. But while I was buying tea and snacks, the train...started moving. I bought the tea and some snacks and ran to the compartment.As I had tea in my hand, I couldn’t run so fast. So I got into the general compartment and thought I could get to my compartment when next station arrived. Surprisingly, the general compartment was not crowded.I went and sat in between two big guys. That cabin had only. She was not going to be able to walk around for several weeks.The doctor said after about 4 weeks, they could try putting walking casts on, but it would depend on how she was healing.I rented a wheel chair and took her home two days later. Mom could get around some, but with great effort and sometimes quite a lot of pain. The knot on her head was going down and she seemed to be healing there fine.I had washed the sheets on both beds and remade them. When mom and I were sitting alone in the. She was bent over licking Lynda's twat, and had her legs spread open enough for Sean to see how wet her young cunt really was.Once more overtaken by lust, the boy got up from the bed and knelt on the floor right behind Sharon. He could see the back of her head as she ate her mom's pussy. Positioning his huge cock right at the entrance to his sister's willing pussy, the teen then eased his cock slowly into the wet, pink slit."Nnnnnnnggggghhhhhfmfmfmfm..." Sounds of pleasure hummed into Lynda's. "If the winds at thirty thousand are not in our favor, we will have to divert to one of these three countries Spain, Italy or Morocco to refuel," Vance said."If it comes to that, Spain or Italy is the better choice - Morocco is not a fun place anymore, I hear," I replied.I knew that from reading the State Department daily security reports of the region I had access to, Rabat Morocco was one of the largest JGB sites with fifteen employees. They had a Blackhawk and two Suburban's. What caught my.