Getting through customs was relatively easy, and I booked a ride on a Westland-Bell SK-5 Hovercraft, operated by an outfit called, I seem to recall, S...an Francisco and Oakland Helicopter Airlines. I’d seen newsreel footage of hovercraft at the news-reel cinema, the Jacey Tatler Cinema, in Station Street, just round the corner from New Street Station, in Brum, so I was thrilled to be able to book a ride on one.I was starting to feel a bit knackered, what with what would become known as jetlag, so. We know this, Lives go on and those who cope can deal with the aftermath until it becomes commonplace.It started, not in the dark as these things do in novels, but in a light and airy student flat. The plotters, six men and two women, all young, all fired in the belief that they could strike a blow for their religion against its oppressors. They looked carefully at the protest sites using hopefully safe proxy cut-outs; listened to the tales of carnage as the crusader states robbed their people. And here it was. As he looked into my eyes, I felt unsure of what was next. ‘I’m Molly,’ I said. And then turned towards the rain. Awkward silence… He looked too. The rain wasn’t about to stop. We knew that much from the way the sky grumbled. And yet, I didn’t want to destroy the moment we were having. As the wind blew the rain towards us, we moved back a few steps into the dark corner. And then looked at each other again. ‘Do you live far?’ he asked. ‘No. I walk home.’ I smiled. He smiled. As soon as I left, her hand wrapped around my neck pulling me closer locking with her rosy lips. We kissed until we both hit our orgasm. Our fucking movements were like a machine. There was no whispering no talk all there was just understanding.We broke our kiss when my sister started to moan “Ammm Ammaaaaa ahhhhh oh Oh oh ah”, I locked her lips again when she bit on my lips as she had the orgasm and her whole body shook, I felt juices making my cock wet and more lubricate inside her pussy. I.