We had a few drinks and loosened up. I suggested that we shoot a few games of pool before leaving. I knew it was time to go when Katie; who was feelin... no pain right about now, came over and whispered in my ear "Let's get out of here, I want to really make you forget your problems and show you why I am your best friend."No questions asked I said "Let's get out of here."Once we got in the car, Katie started to rub my leg, then she leaned over and gave me one of the most passionate kisses I had. The rider’s name, or title, was the Undertaker. What was an undertaker? Someone who had charge of the dead. Someone who took the dead into his care: prepared them, transported them to their final destination. That almost made sense, strangely, considering what the bartender had said–that I had no choice but to go with Deadman, that the place he wanted to take me to was the place I should go. If I had been dead, that was, it would have made sense. I wasn’t dead and the rider knew it. So what. Sweta’s fingers were deeply inserted into dimple’s pussy as they kissed passionately.As i was at the foot of the bed i kneeled down. Meeta positioned prachi closer to me. I was now positioned with my face above prachi’s thighs that were still closed. I gently leaned forward and kissed her legs while my hand gently parted her legs. She did not show any hesitance. I looked up to see if she was ready but her lips were locked with meeta’s lips. So i went ahead and licked her already moist vagina.. The supplies which Kirsty delivered on the barge have all been moved into the storerooms. The availability of a couple of small tractors and trailers made that task a lot easier than I thought it would be. Finally I get a chance to talk with Kirsty about how we might manage the transport arrangements when we have many more members arriving on the island.“What happens if either the bus or the boat are out of service, or if the weather is so bad we can’t make a trip?” I ask Kirsty.“Weather isn’t.