Her enthusiasm for a plane ride soon wore down hermother's hesitation. I let them think there would be others passengers along. I finessed the rest o... the abduction smoothly and they had slipped intoblackness shortly after accepting doctored bottles of fruit juice from my cooler.I was humming quietly to my self as we crossed south out of Mexican air spaceinto Guatemala and headed for the rancho I had named Paloma Blanca. I taxied the Cessna to a standstill in front of the Quonset hut I used. "With that he turned back to the kitchen to fetch food for the cellar.She had spread his legs again and gently bathed away the remains of semen, carefully cleaning wounds that were still leaking blood. He was sleeping when Swift came in with the food. As he set it down on the table she was sitting beside him on the floor."He knows everything."She said, "I told him. And I want you to saddle a horse and leave tonight. Go to your grandmother."Her son stared at her. "I'm not leaving you alone. I moved my hand to her neck and she moved her hand to my waist and we made out. I remember her sliding her hand up my red leather skirt and flicking her fingers over my pussy.He soon stopped us and we all moved to the middle of the bed, he lay between us as we both kissed him, kissing one another in the process. We then both moved down to his cock, he was still fully dressed but we unbuttoned his jeans and slid his rock hard cock from his jeans and into our view. Slowly we used our tongues to. A few weeks later, Martha saw John walking into the cafeteria. There was something about him. He was all man, so self-assured. So, just as he was walking by, she elbowed her books off the table. Hearing them drop, John turned and helped her retrieve them off the floor. "Thank you. I'm Martha Charlap." John Pezzimenti here."For a moment it was awkward, then Martha asked, "Would you like to eat with me?"Soon they were going out one night a week, which was all the time John was free. John was.