I love your great big titties and your sexy arse, baby. Now relax and enjoy the sun," Terry said, leaning over and kissing me.Maybe Terry was right; T...e hotel was right on the boundary of a clothing-optional beach, and it was a glorious day in the sun on the Mediterranean Sea. Fuck it, I thought, laying back down and relaxing. I must have drifted off to sleep for a little while because, opening my eyes, there was a very fit-looking guy lying face down on his hotel sunbed looking in my direction. This time, it was going to be my family tradition. I had told Daniel about it a while ago, and he approved heartily. We would be buried in the country we gave our lives in."Pastor, please make the needed arrangements. I intend to see my son buried in the nation he died in."Chapter 13TiffanyPersonal log (voice), Tiffany French, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, 6:50am, October 29th 2006.The Flying Dutchman flew on through the European Union's airspace relatively unchallenged after a conversation. Gordon's cock was close to shooting as he was led through the front door of Angela's house; he was then led straight up the stairs by his mistress for the night, who was anxious to exact a thorough caning as soon as possible, but she needed to be suitably attired first. Gordon was made to strip naked and kneel by the bed facing her fitted wardrobes which spanned the end of the room; he was treated to a strip tease and his cock bobbed as he admired Angela's plump and domineering form; she. ” I’m sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to suffer an injury. I squirmed as inconspicuously as I could, to try to get some relief from the ever-increasing pressure in my jeans, but to no avail. Eventually, we were done. “Off you go,” said aunt May, glancing down at my groin. “Go and have a rest before we go into town,” she suggested. I wasn’t tired. I’d only just got up an hour ago, but I needed to escape, and aunt May knew it. I.