The nose and windshield were designed to deflect air, making it next to impossible to climb on top, and with the cabin burning like the pits of hell, ...ny opening he could use for a handhold would burn his fingers clean off.With his lungs now aching, he threw himself up onto the nose of the aircraft, finally managing to grab onto the creases along the edges of the windshield. The windshield itself looked like magma, as the flames inside churned furiously in search of oxygen and streamed out of. The next day I returned following some daytime meetings and dove in with mask, snorkel and flippers. There was no one in site and I had the place all to myself. The water was astounding...warm and clear. The fish were even more amazing with all sizes and colors darting in and out of the coral outcroppings. I would give my flippers a smooth and gentle up and down motion and glide through the water with the fish; moving from one side to the other watching them play in the shallow surf. About an. Sara could feel herself get wetter and she tightened her grip around his head and she could feel his cock pulsate with lust and frustration. His hands slid up to her round, supple breasts and she smacked them away. “You can’t touch them until you start to fuck me properly,” she smiled as she again raised her hips with each of his now futile thrusts. “I thought you were going to be different.” This must have done it because he growled as he angrily grabbed her hips and forced her down on him. Lots of blood... ... and I knew exactly where to find the blood that would be spilled.It took a few weeks to build an airtight case. Those weeks were pure torture because I needed the relief that would come only after I spent a few days with those responsible inside a locked, soundproof room.The pastor once said, “All things come to him who waits...”He was oh so right.It was either very late, or really early. Take your pick.The room was very dark.It didn’t matter how much light bathed the lone.