. so pls bear me with these regarding these points.. It was Friday night. Weather outside was cold.. I was in my car driving to another city for a pre...sentation. At the back seat two ladies were sitting with their earphones plugged to their ears.. I was still cursing my luck as to why I had been chosen for this project along with them..I am sameer aged 27 yrs and I am software engineer,working in a mnc..the two ladies at back of my car were ritu and soumya.. ritu was 26 year old , moderate built. After about 5 or 10 minutes we where all starting to get comfortable with each other, Norman had his hard on back because I could feel my mom body movement as he trusted in and out of her cunt. She took my cock from her mouth and asked if I wanted to put my hard young cock in her wet pussy, of course was the reply. Norman moved up to get his huge cock sucked and as we passed I rapped my had around his shaft and said "that's some prize". my mother was still on all fours and she was sucking. Nukka yelled, "This is the fastest way to travel and would leave less of a trail to be followed especially from the air."I had not given that any thought. We were on our way in less than an hour after the plane had crashed. I suspected it would take us three hours to reach the point that we would just have to climb up to reach the crash site. Art did not pause but kept the pace up until we turned up the smaller stream where we had found the plane late last summer.At this point he reduced speed. He said he’d follow. So we left the lovely little harbour and this time put up sail instead of engine. It meant having to tack down towards the sand spit and then tack away. I wondered how close we could go. I was ordered by a bevy of mutinous crew not to let us get too close. It would have been nice to sail in until the depth gauge showed 20 feet or so and then swing away, but we had no way of knowing if there were deeper parts and shallower parts, we might end up confused and then stuck. I.