“We have to do that more often.” Mindy Rutledge graduated from college with a degree in primary education. She came from a well-to-do family and there was no reason to immediately find a job. Her career plan was to teach for five years or so, marry well and raise a family. When her application to the Teach Corps was accepted, she was thrilled. She figured it would give her the chance to travel a bit. When she was assigned to a grade school in Africa, she wasn’t pleased. But she had signed up and was committed for a year. Plus, the Democratic Republic of The Congo didn’t sound so bad. Mindy was assigned to live with an old missionary couple on the edge of a small village. Their house was large and reasonably modern. The school building to which she was assigned was close by but trips to the village required use of an old Range Rover that had collage no roof or seat belts. Two weeks after arriving, Mindy felt comfortable with her new surroundings. Classes had started and she enjoyed working with the youngsters, most of outdoor whom were bright and eager to learn. After school one day, Mindy returned to the house village and asked the missionary if she could borrow the Range Rover to drive to the village. She had only been there once since her arrival but thought that she could purchase some decorations to liven up her class room. She was wearing a prim khaki skirt that was just above her knees, a light blue blouse and running shoes and socks. After wandering the village and purchasing a few items, she started to head back to the house. It was starting to get dark. She was dismayed when she realized the vehicle’s headlights didn’t work. On the way back, she failed to take the correct route when the road forked. After driving a few minutes in the fading light, Mindy grew apprehensive. The road was starting to turn into more of a path and she realized she had taken the wrong turn. She managed couple to get the Range Rover turned around and retraced her tracks. Anxious to get back before dark, Mindy was driving too fast with too little vision. When the antelope bounded in front of the jeep, she screamed, jammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel. The animal bounded away, avoiding a collision. Mindy and the Range Rover weren’t as lucky. The Range Rover’s right front had smashed into a large tree. Mindy indian had leaned away from the impact and was thrown through the open side of the vehicle. She landed hard on the dirt road and was knocked cold. Mindy awoke groggily. She tried to remember where she was and why she was sitting in the middle of a road. It was dark now. She started to recall the events, then turned to look at her wrecked transportation. Steam and hiss rose from the crumpled hood. She stood up slowly. Her left shoulder ached. She reached up with her right hand and felt the rip in the blouse at the shoulder. It felt like a scrape. Looking at the unconscious blonde male they also shook their heads in disbelief. “I'm too wet!” I was just walking nearby and decided to give it a go.” She laughed as she continued. He went to jump up but was stopped by his other daughters. She jumped and turned beet red. Her mouth seeks out my ear, at the whisper is so quiet that the other women won’t here, and perhaps not the cameras. As I looked down I noted that he had his own cock in his hand and he was trying to reignite it as he watched. Pleasure shot through me. It was such a delicious treat. We want to talk to him. He pushed Cathy's head down until it rested on her brother's chest. “No shame in going back,” Patricia said, but she knew it was a lie and something she didn’t want to happen at all. is he gentle with her. Jenna continued soothing him with her touch and her presence, not exerting any pressure on him to do or be anything. 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