Ofelia Nickerson died three days later, with Sam by her side. She never woke after the accident, and the grieving Lt. Colonel thought it may have been...all for the best. The mother was probably going to be a quadriplegic for life in addition to losing her four children, including the couple's unborn daughter. Ofelia would have never emotionally recovered from this loss in Sam's opinion, even if his wife overcame her physical injuries. Both Sam and P sat there in silence. Neither knowing what. Mona: Oh! Whatever! I don’t think I want to know. Not another hour of ‘difficult to put down in words’ stories. Please! Let us just stick to the two of us!Ayan: As you wish, Ma’am!Mona: Hahaha! Ayan. I just thank you for protecting my modesty. Being taken against my will was the last thing I wanted. That too in a place like Delhi, so far away from home. Nobody would have got us justice. You saved me!Ayan: I was doing what I had to do as a son!Mona: I am proud of you, my son! You stopped him. "Sir? His name is Mark Garret. He is a rider for a local farmer rancher by the name of Halstead. Apparently Mr. Halstead wanted to know what was going on and sent Mr. Garret here to find out." Sgt. Langford stated."Well, lets not disappoint the man. In the meantime, help get that plane turned around. We still have another load coming in." Greg said getting up and walking to meet with Mr. Mark Garret."Mr. Garret? My name is Greg Baron. General Greg Baron." Greg said, holding out his hand."What. I was very curious as to how I could use my unconscious friend to help me orgasm fully. I decided to keep It safe and grabbed her hand as I scooted my pussy towards her hand I held out toward me. As I took one finger and massaged my wet clit with her I felt so in control. Since she was passed out I got to do what ever I wanted to her. She couldn’t object. I could feel my orgasm coming as I grinded my hips on her finger, so I took her three middle fingers and towed them toward my dripping.