Fighting the bonds for what seemed forever, but the flight continued on.To only give up tired from the struggle as she shivered in fear. A few hoursth...t felt like an eternity as she was scared, alone and bound to a chair ina jet that could be anywhere. The rumbles of the engines winding down to land,the turbulence coming through the layers, the screech of the tires on the runway.She felt the plane taxi around a bit and finally rolled to a stop. Silence,seemed forever the only sound she heard. He fondled he boobs and masturbated rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He did it as long as he could and came four times on her ass that night.He cleaned his mess with a wet towel and slept hugging her the whole night with his bixers on. In the morning when he woke up mum wasn’t in the bed she was preparing breakfast. She never knew a thing cos she was really drunk and my bro acted normal.My brother never spoke of anything after that but i noticed mum and his behavior changing towards. She is married to my uncle from 10 years and they did not have any child. My uncle is in police and mostly stays out. He comes home only on the holidays.I went to my maternal house on Sunday. Everybody was there – my maternal grandparents, my maamu and mami. We talked at dinner about my continuation of study and many other things. On Monday morning, uncle left for duty and told me to stay for some days and I agreed. On Monday night after dinner, grandparents went to sleep and mami and I were. On long shots, the wickets are 100 feet apart. Oh, yeah ... The wickets are wrought iron and the clearance through them is the diameter of the croquet ball plus the thickness of a business card. (That’s right: thickness. Not the length or the width, the thickness.) To say the very least, it’s even more different from lawn croquet than Pop Warner football is from the NFL.It had started when we spent Memorial Day with my parents. They had installed a croquet setup — which Mom and Kris played nude.