“Oh my god… I guess we have to… I mean we are his closest friends, right?” “you’re damn right we are, and let’s not waste any more time!... My house is empty, let’s regroup there, since its getting crowded in here” Samantha said authoritatively, and Julie nodded and said she’d be there in five. On the way back, I was just shaking my head, kind of hating Samantha, and kind of thanking her, because she practically had this in the bag. I was just lucky I was on her better side. Imagine how. Like Pavlov's dog, I was being conditioned. After the week was over, I was allowed one meal a day, unlimited water and anything that came out of Keiko. And I no longer minded. In fact I enjoyed it. Before my diet I was a little bit too big for my new clothes and now I was, if anything, a little small. I had a great figure. I was now in a new job and I needed to resolve immigration issues. Mistress Keiko, as I now called her, had a solution for that too - I could get married. She had. They had come to rest in a narrow and deep valley with very steep walls on both sides. The plane was probably invisible from the air because of the vegetation canopy which extended upwards about 200 feet. The scar left by their travel through the treetops would also be hard to see from the air, but they could always hope!The pilot announced, "We had better assess our situation after we look through the baggage compartment to see what might have survived our rougher than normal landing."Two of. " "What tight jeans?"she said. "You haven't noticed?" I said. She said "Yea I noticed." When she said that I came long and hard as hell in her pussy. I grabbed her hips and sank my dick as deep as I could in her and I went deep too. The thought of her thinking of Darrell looking at her huge pussy lips was all I could handle.The next evening she was horny as hell again, I could easily tell. She wore tight jeans and kept walking in front of me. She has a nice ass in jeans, so I have a hard time.