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This was despite having been Alice's key pilot, personal assistant and part-time lover for these past three years. Alice japanese was in her mid-thirties and Scandinavian in origin, with just the note of an accent remaining in her mid-Atlantic twang. She was consistently well-presented, professionally dressed and manicured and with a very trim and well toned body that defied her hectic life-style. Her hair was dark and curly rather than the Nordic blonde stereotype and she liked to wear it loose, tumbling down to her Big Tits shoulders. She avoided small talk at all costs and had never talked much to Tamara about her past, or how she had come to arrive in the United States. When Tamara had gently inquired or floated leading questions around Alice's family, she had politely but expertly been rebuffed and she'd learned not to bother. On a couple of occasions where Tamara had seen Alice worked up, her boss had joked that she had Valkyrie lineage in her blood. This was meant as a warning not to cross her, Tamara asian supposed, but she had rarely seen her leader completely lose her cool. On those rare occasions when she did, that Valkyrie claim had been pretty believable, as Tamara would rather have been anywhere else than in the same room. "An hour to go, Ma'am," she stated. Alice nodded once. Yep, not much in the way of small talk. "Will you be needing me this evening?" Such a simple query, with so many permutations. "Not tonight, Miss Johnson," Alice responded. Great, maybe a night spent exploring Sao Petro could be- "I suggest you get an early one, I've just had news from Los Amantes. I'd like to pay the office an impromptu visit tomorrow a.m." Los Amantes. The Western seaboard. No rest for the- One of the engines spluttered, coughed and expired in that order and in pretty much the time it took to read this sentence. Alice looked up sharply, Tamara swung her attention back to her instrument panel. This was bad, but they weren't carrying freight and she could nurse them to the nearest airport. But what was the cause? She focused, studying the panel of dials and instruments, trying to piece it together. Alice sat quietly behind her, knowing when not to distract at least. Second later, there was another splutter. The second engine had gone the same way. This was a thousand times more bad and there had been no warning. Such an event was a million to one chance without any external interference. Even today, Tamara still struggled to comprehend how that malfunction had happened and maybe she would never know, although a lot of her most basic assumptions had been challenged over the year since the accident. Despite Tamara's frantic efforts to stabilize and get the engines going again, the machine went into a shallow descent. This meant that she had to constantly lose altitude, in order to maintain the plane's air-speed and keep them from dropping like a stone. The pilot watched the green carpet below, slowly rising through the clouds to meet her. From high above the vegetation looked almost soft and deceptively welcoming, but this was looking bad. Terminal even. Still, there was nothing she could do. She'd never felt so helpless. Julia smiled at me from across the atrium, and gestured with a beckoning hand. Plus, my sister is a different person now, after coming back. Jackie was soon moaning and could feel her Big Tits climax building. I groaned and shut my eyes tight, wincing against the pain. In the initial moment of their japanese union, he had worried that he would cum almost immediately - making asian short work of this wonderful little affair. His testicles are producing a trillion sperm cells per day to satisfy the demands of the mosquitoes´ sperm who are constantly hungry to eat the boy’s little swimmers. In fact, I was rooting for her to lose. “Missy, how did you like joining the club?” She says to Missy as they walk hand in hand with me following them. How could that be wrong? Jade lent up on her elbows and watched the dirty old man at work, he was a ugly old man, with hardly no hair and absolutely skin and bones, he's teeth a bright yellow and his smelt of old cheese.