Hell horses do it all the time but sometimes it is for a reason. I looked over to find the Indian's blanket empty. I listened carefully to the sounds ...f the night. Even as I listened my hand moved closer to the Colt handgun. If it was to be close combat, the Colt was the weapon of choice. I could not imagine a situation in the dark calling for the long gun.I spent several minutes trying to place the sound. I couldn't pull a similar sound from my memory. I knew it was buried somewhere in there. She wore a white salwar kameez with pink floral print on it with a white solid chiffon dupatta paired with chappals. Her hair was left open unlike other times. She wore a cute gold nose ring that complimented her cute round fair face and a pair of jhumkas. She wore steel bangles and put on nice perfume.Priya when entered into the class room and was surprised looking at her seat mate. She asked, if there was something special as obviously Hamida lied that it was just her mood. But she knew in. Moaning, you slowly pull forward to slide me from your wetness and kneel in front of me. Your open mouth pulls me deep inside as I feel you start to lick your creamy juices from my cock. Moaning myself as your lips caress me, gently sucking, as your tiny hands fondle my balls and stroke my ass. I feel myself swelling and exploding deep inside you as you milk me until my hot sperm overflows your willing mouth and drizzles down your chin. Helpless for a moment, weak and defenseless, I am caught. She gasped. I smiled gently.I told the next oldest of the women, “We rescued eighty people from the ship six weeks ago. A woman called Blaine remembered meeting you, Donna. She is why I’m here looking for you and Tory’s missing children.”She looked relieved that they hadn’t been forgotten. Even so, seventy-five years was a long time to wait for rescue. “Now I need to see the others and get you all off this island,” I told them.“Why do we need to leave?” the one person in male form.