Laura's Mom was resigned to the inevitability of the eminent crash. She tried to give a position on the radiophone but was not certain of their exact ...ocation.There was a dull thud as the skids touched the icy tundra. Then, Laura heard a screeching grind of metal being rubbed against a hard surface. The tiny airplane spun around full circle and came to a quiet stop resting on one wing.Everyone seemed fine except Sebastian. He complained about his ankle hurting him something terrible. Laura knew. As the burning pain receded, the immense pressure increased. I needed relief. He gripped my hips and started pumping in and out at a snail’s pace. Grunting loudly, I tried to counter the pressure by fingering my pussy, but it wasn’t enough. Spying a garden tool with a rounded, smooth wooden handle, I fucked my pussy hole. Every time he would pull almost all the way out, I would shove the handle all the way in, alternating with him, but the pressure remained. “You’re so fucking tight,” he. ?Yes. We do.? He paused again before pulling an essay out of his briefcase. He laid it on the desk, facing her. ?Does this look familiar???Well?yes. That’s my final essay.? She was even more puzzled now. She had thought it was some of her best work. She had worked extra hard; she wanted desperately to impress him.?You are aware of the school policy on plagarism, are you not??She was shocked. ?Well, of course?Are you suggesting that my work is not my own???Not only am I suggesting it,. "You know what? You're right, I can fit you in right now," Erika said."What did you say your name was again?" I didn't, but it's Chris," Chris said."Chris, I like that name... All right, you've convinced me," Erikasaid, as she gathered her tools. "Just lie back and relax, I'll takecare of everything from here." Was that so hard?" Chris asked as he settled into the chair and shuthis eyes.Erika simply smirked as she draped the cape over Chris's neck and beganto dunk Chris's hair into the basin..