With renewed purpose I set off for the little beach I had first landed on the island on. I spent the next hour or so collecting rocks and laying them ...out in a pattern I fondly imagined would spell out the word HELP from the air. I had nearly finished this labour when it suddenly occurred to me, for some reason, that a Greek pilot might not be able to understand the English word “help”. Thus I spent an extra half an hour or so rearranging the rocks to spell out the international call sign SOS. They were very soft and then I slowly removed her saree, and pulled down her pallu and panty and planted a kiss on her vagina. Soon we were in a 69 position and she gave an incredible blow job. I licked all of her juices and finally, I pushed her and turned her over and licked her ass, she was in heaven and was breathing and moaning heavily. I went to my dad’s room and found a condom and returned back to my room and without any waste of time I inserted my penis slowly into her pussy and I. He grinned. “Oh, yeah, June. That’s the way.” Just then some bubbly goo came out of the tip. “Is it over? Is that all?” I moaned, disappointed. “Oh, no, dear, that’s just his precum. It means he’s really liking it, doesn’t it, Jim?” “Yes!” he gasped, his eyes rolling up and his feet twitching from side to side. “The precum’s a natural lubricant, June. Just rub it over the tip with your fingers, then stroke him low down for a while.” I did as Miranda said. The gooey stuff spread all over his. I shrugged it off, pushed the drawer in, yelled "I'm home" and went back down the stairs to fix dinner.After sa sumptuous meal which was comprised of a package of this boiled, a can of that heated, and minimal conversation, I told him to go finish his homework and I'd clean up the kitchen. I took my time washing and drying the dishes still thinking about that open dresser drawer. Made coffee for the following morning and grabbed a book I'd been trying to get into for the past month with.