Just like I had done when she had boy problems or thought she was going to fail a class; I hadn't really known what to do, only that she needed to bel...eve it would be okay. Had she picked it up from me or was it instinctive?"I'm sorry," I said, for different reasons this time.I slipped back into her arms, hugging her back this time and letting our bodies press together tightly. Without letting go we lay down on the bed, sharing Lindsay's pillow and simply holding each other for a while."So how. Lissa! The name suddenly shot through Dahra's skull. How could she have forgotten about Lissa? The shock of this disaster had made her forget her daughter. Please God, prayed Dahra, let my Lissa be alive.She portaled directly into Lissa's apartment, no time for the niceties of knocking on the front door. "Lissa!" Dahra cried out, startled by the loudness of her own voice. There was no answer. She searched through her rooms. Lissa was not there. She started searching through papers, reading. She shifted slightly as her breasts slightly swelled and her nipples became taut. Was it her imagination, or was she really pressing her crotch against the towel and concrete deck?Rolling her hips, Trish felt a pleasurable sensation under her bikini panties and shifted her legs to bring her pussy in closer contact with the hard surface she was laying on. The top of her mound pushed down even harder and she so wanted to grind her pelvis to relieve herself.She concentrated hard, trying not to. For some reason I thought that an older guy would be better. He should live more than twenty miles away, and be ordinary looking. (I didn’t want to feel outdone when it came to the body and health department). Just by reviewing their sites I started receiving messages. The first message was from a guy who lived around 22 miles away, was 50 years old with a slight belly, quite hairy and really gentle looking. (Something you would have wanted your Granddad to look like when you were a kid). I.