It was a twelve man hover craft and I had four more following the one I was in.I looked at the teenage girl beside me and she looked frightened. I sig...ed and reached out and squeezed her hand, "relax we are almost there. Think of something else."She grinned, "like sex?"I blushed as the squad in the Drake chuckled, "do not tempt me."Again the Drake tilted but this time it slowed as it turned and I saw one of the old towers. It hovered and I turned to yank open the door and looked out and down. I. The bottom hem gathers just below the cheeks of her plump, round ass. I lean down and whisper in her ear that I love her, and she moans deep and long. I kneel down at the end of the couch and rub her tired feet, sliding my fingers between her soft toes. She moans again and tells me how good it feels. My hands begin to slowly slide up the inside of her legs, and she rolls over to her side and lifts one leg slightly as if to beckon me further. I reach the hem of the shirt and lift it just far. We soon reached her house and once parking in the garage we unpacked the car and took and put everything into the kitchen. Jes then through herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she jumped onto me and wrapped her legs around my waist giving me a passionate kiss. As our lips aparted we moved upstairs and to her parents bedroom where we stripped each other and then fell down onto the bed and made out. Kissing each other passionately as Jessica was on top and once our lips aparted she. This would be their last night together. They both knew it, were both saddened by it, but both treasured it as a priceless gem. He brought the red candles from the bath, setting them on the dresser and lighting them before starting the music, the soft strains of a lone Celtic flute. She stood and watched, warming and smiling at the smallest details that he remembered and tended to: the candles, the music, the wine. He was making it perfect for her . . . for them. Returning behind her, he.