Kerrie came again.--- When Davey finished the tattoo, they covered it with a gauze patch and Mark paid him. They drove home, Kerrie asleep in the back...seat, Mark and Kevin quiet in the front. When they got home, Mark had Kerrie change into her house outfit - the mohom and sandals - and make them a snack. It was three in the morning but Mark was excited and couldn’t sleep. When she’d set the chips and beers on the dining room table, she went back into the kitchen to wait for him to call her. “Do. On the Monday morning about eleven o’clock we heard a plane approaching and assumed that it was our parents returning. When the plane had landed we saw that it was not our parents but a plane from the Mumbai Police Air Anjalig. The pilot was Constable Dave Wilson, an old friend from our school days. Dave came into the house with a glum look on his face and said to both of us “Anjali and Anil there is no easy way for me to tell you this very bad news. There has been a light plane crash about 100. "Yeah, I'll bet," she grinned back. "Oh, and Dave called. He's got late shift tonight, and then he's going to stay with a friend of his who lives near the Seven-Eleven." Well, that makes sense," I said. "Probably safer. It's really coming down out there." I know," Jill said. "Andy slid into a car on the way here and busted its headlight." And you still beat me home?" I asked. "I'm only like fifteen minutes late." Why wouldn't we beat you home?" 'Cause you would have had to stop for the crash,". I loosened my grip and pressed my cock against her again, and then pulled once more on her underwear. I kept tightening and loosening my grip, rhythmically tightening the fabric against her. My cock still pressed against her, and as the fabric rubbed against the sensitive tip of my head, I could feel her get more and more wet. Her breathing was short and shallow with anticipation when I finally pulled her thong to one side and rubbed the head of my cock between her lips. She was dripping wet,.