Her blouse clad breasts and cleavage was back in display through her saree. I knew I could not avoid that sight, not from that angle. I slowly got up ...and hugged her from her side.She looked at me confused, but moved her arms around me from my right and placed her head over my chest. Her breasts started getting pressed against my chest from my side. My fears were back again. So I slowly drew myself back. She again looked at me with confusion.Di – “What!”Me – “What what?”Di – “Why are you moving. Whenwas the last time you turned the cards, Robbie?" I dunno. Never, I suppose." He felt around in hispocket for loose change, wondering how much she wasgoing to charge him. Being thirteen, he was prettymuch skint from stem to stern. Maybe coming down heretoday hadn't been such a great idea after all. Youprobably couldn't buy the meaning of life with fourdollars worth of plugged nickels, even in a place likethis."Don't worry about that now," Felicity said, absentlyreading his mind, "you've come. He whispered how much he liked my dress as he pulled me to him. I could feel his cock pressing into me and feeling a little devilish pushed into it and moaned slightly.“I really enjoyed the show you gave me the other week.” He said.I gasped and looked up at him. He winked at me.“You have a great figure and lovely tits.”“Shh!” I whispered back.“Don’t worry. Pam’s okay about it. She wanted to know why I was so aroused when I got home that night. So I told her.”“Oh God. I want to apologise.”“No,. Even if some of the plane's fuel cells hadremained intact and we had been able to tap into them, they containedkerosene and not gasoline, given that the plane was obviously a jet.I let my gaze wander lazily over the wreckage and the debris fieldagain, both to pass the time and to impress the scene in my memory as aform of insurance against any later doubts about the recent eventshaving actually taken place. I found it curious that the plane waspainted solid white. That might have been a clue.