“Once the arrests are made, I think that talking to the students about rape and all the different forms of it would help put things into perspective...for the rest of the school.”The both nodded. “I can ask for some members of the police force to speak and provide informational pamphlets,” Mr. Forbes offered.“That would probably be helpful,” I admitted. “Would you be able to speak or does the ongoing investigation bar you from saying anything?”“I can’t speak, but I know a couple of officers that. ”Nisu, “Ahem, Ahem we can talk a lot more about you. How did you convince them to get the seats exchanged so quickly?”Ansh, “An Artists charm it is.”Nisu and Ansh shared a business class seat in Boeing 737 Dreamliner, then they ordered a double scotch. Nish asked, “So Mr. Artist, what you do?”Ansh, “I create my music and perform at local concerts. I write my own songs and live in my underground apartment.”Ansh showed him some pictures on his phone performing. They were cuddled up in the blanket. I could feel her breasts against my chest and her pelvis against mine. I looked over her shoulder and saw my mother watching us with a broad, approving smile on her face. If Mom only knew! She'd probably not be so approving if she could read my mind. My thoughts were anything but innocent. Quite the contrary, my thoughts were mostly lewd and lascivious. Looking into my mom's eyes - as I felt the slim body of her younger sister, a near-carbon copy - I was remembering that I had been secretly. I pushed her through the door and threw her on my couch that was nearby. Then our cloths came off somehow. Amy was riding my hard dick as her hands gripped the top of my shoulders. Her hair rained down in front of her face, hiding her crystal blue eyes. I gripped my hands around her small waist as I forced myself deeper inside of her. She let out a long moan and her head fell back. Then her arms started to weaken as she was reaching her release. I glided one of my hands up her back to support.