I expected a blackhawk or something like that. What came down was a soap bubble with a tail rotor. As the old saying goes, there was room for their as... and a gallon of gas.The bird was remarkably quiet and when it was gone five minutes after it touched down, Bart and Rita were gone as well. "I'll call you about the plant," Bart said just before he ducked and ran to the chopper.There was never any news updates in the middle of the night, so we all went back to our beds to try and sleep. In my. Just as I was changing to some casual wear, my cell phone rang. It was Shanti’s brother at the other end. “Hello, Daddy breathed his last around 5 pm. Can I talk to Shanti?” I was shocked, honestly. I feared my plans for the evening might fizzle out. I was so aroused that I could not think of anything else. I could not even feel sorry for my wife’s deceased father. “I am deeply sorry,” I spoke bringing some emotion into my voice. “Your sister is not at home at the moment. I will tell her and we. Her husband has a business in South Africa. We chat a bit while having red wine.After that, I asked her, “Should we start?”. She replied, “No, I want to relax a bit. Give me a massage.” I nodded.She went inside the bathroom and came out just in a towel. My eyes were just fixed at her boobs. I could see her big cleavage. She lied down on the bed. I started applying oil on her back. I started giving massage on her back. She closed her eyes and started making hiss sound. Her bare back was looking. My mouth wrapped around his cock and slides slowly down then back up. Up and down slow then fast. I listen to his breathing, feeling his body movements, my mouth reacts to him. I slide my mouth off of the head running my tongue down the outside of his shaft. I slide down to his balls and gently roll one in my mouth. I turn my eyes up to look at him making sure he is enjoying before my mouth slides over to his other ball and roll it into my mouth. Sucking ever so lightly in and out. My tongue.