Get in yours and fetch mine, please.”She ran off.I heard her yelling.“Surprise said!” and relaying the message. There was the slamming of ports ...nd cursing. No doubt about it ... we needed the practice. If nothing came of the emergency, there would be a discussion later. When there was no backtalk or discussion I knew Miss Kucherenko was a full fledged member of the crew.When it comes to abandonment at sea, I saw to it that we had excellent gear. The suits were almost two grand each but I. The rest of the week when she wasn't working, Brenda would come over and spend some time with us. Jack came with her a few times and we told him. We didn't tell them about our parents, or grandparents, and didn't plan on it.The four of us continued to work on the house and land where our grandparents lived. Everything was looking good, so one day when Jack and Brenda came by, they let us roam the land.We ended up at the pond relaxing and talking. It was a hot day, so not long after we got. Clearly, French kissing had long been assimilated along with the language among these people.I caressed Safiya's magnificent breasts. They were full and heavy and when I enclosed her large stiff nipple in my mouth she writhed, moaned and pressed my head into her chest. Then she reached down and felt my stiff cock, through the light linen material of my trousers. I stood up in the sun-dappled shade of burgeoning spring vine leaves with Safiya kneeling, licking her lips expectantly before me.As. He checks his email again as he did for every five minutes in the last two days.To his surprise and relief, there was a mail from his Mom. He clicked on it nervously and read the content. Dear Son, my head has been spinning since I read your mail. I’m still not able to digest what you wrote in your last mail. But I have found some sense of calmness now. Guess I needed some time before I replied back.I’m not mad at you. In fact, I’m happy that you are opening up to me again like you used to do.