This time as the plane went by the pilot waggling his wings, the universal sign that he had been seen. Mike's emotions soared even as the plane climbe... off into the tropical air."That's got to be the plane that went down," the co-pilot said. "I've got the GPS for the island and for him," he said, jotting down the exact coordinates."Should we call ahead?" They wouldn't believe us anyways. Let's get going." The pilot added power and climbed back on course. "I wonder if he's the only survivor.". ” I do as I am told and then I feel the cool feeling of the massage oil running on my back and thighs. You start massaging my neck and shoulders first. Then my lower back in that spot just right above my ass.” Mmm that feels so good Daddy” I moan. I can feel my pussy start to get wet again and I try to wiggle around a little to get my mind off of it. “Stay still” you command me. Settling down I feel more massage oil fall into the crack of my ass. Slowly you start to knead my milk chocolate ass. ” No signature. My first thought was that Cynthia had arranged to have a present delivered. But then I opened the bag.It was some kind of sick joke. Inside was a kinky sex kit. There was a leather collar; some sort of leather body harness; a pair of elbow-length, black gloves; and a pair of black leather, above-the-knee boots. There were two vibrators, one like the one I, and every girl my age, has at home and another smaller one, a pocket rocket for the clit. Some of my girlfriends told me. A few hours later as Alex was riding his bike down the street he ran intoRachel Palmer. "Hey Alex!" she called. Alex stopped the bike."Hey Rachel," Alex greeted back. "Hey, Rachel, I'm sorry for pushing yourboyfriend today, I hope you're not too mad at me." It's okay, Alex," she said. "He's not my boyfriend any more, not afterwhat he did to Peter. I think you were too angry to catch that." Oh," Alex said scratching his head. "Yeah and the fact that I don'tlisten very well." Rachel laughed at.