Descending in the plane only made the butterflies in her stomach turn into a beating drum! As the wheels hit the runway, she could feel her palms swea...ing. She couldn’t wait to get off the plane, but on the other hand, it terrified her. As she walked off the plane she looked for the nearest bathroom. As she walks in she sees herself in the mirror. Looking, she barely recognizes herself! She’s pale, her mid-back length red hair looks a bit disheveled, and her clothes had wrinkled on the long. High heels firmly on the floor, bum pushed back, back slight arched. The trip back from Johannesburg has been long and tiring, she was going to enjoy the release from the stress of it all. The excitement, the risk, the danger, the adventure of the journey stimulated her. She started to plunge down on Kinghorn, arms on top of his shoulders. Looking him in the eye. Hair and necklace bouncing. Breast still encased in her wonderful bra. Momentarily she paused. Quickly removing the blouse,. It was good that Kora created art again, that she danced, fucked, and painted.She had neglected it too much even with the danger around her. My mother, Rithi, had sent me to be her radiant as much to protect Kora as to ensure that she kept up her art, that she brought such beauty into the world, inspiring more than just her brother and his women.And part of that protection meant allowing Kora to keep producing her art. And she could hardly do that with these two fawning over her feet. So I. I eventually turned the lights out and I snuggled up to John, I put arm under his arm and over his torso and wrapped my leg around his, he did say good night at that point which made me suspect that he was aware of everything I was doing to him.Next MorningI woke up first and felt Johns cock, he had early morning wood, I played with it for a while before he woke up. "Morning lad, you been at that all night", he said, "I wish", I replied, "bet you want a good fucking now", he said, "take your.