I'm hoping she's ok, but I'm losing hope on finding her."I reached over and put my arms around her. "She will be found. I don't know when or where, bu... she will be found." I just want her alive. She's my baby. I would rather have her healthy and gone then found and dead." I guess most mothers would feel that way. If you need any help, let us know." I will. Speaking of which, can you help carry this stuff home? I don't think I can handle it alone." Sure."We talked a bit more before getting. I'll make you look great - promise," Fiona exclaimed brightly as her eyes traveled around our room. They hesitated over our rumpled bed before moving on to the desk and the cans of paint on top of it. It was time for me to chime in."I saw some neat ones from last year's ride on the Onancock site," I said as I reached for my computer. A second later I had a picture open. "I thought maybe something like this for Bonnie," I said to Fiona who had moved over to my side. "Except maybe you could add a. By time the movie was finally over, Brandy was ready for him to make love to her, hoping tonight was the night. She had even missed the end of the movie.It felt so good with Michael’s arm around her waist, the wetness between her legs, her panties stuffed in her purse. They weren’t even half way across the yard when Michael pushed her over towards the picnic table, shaded by the large pine tree. She didn’t care, only wanting to feel Michael making love to her.He pushed her over to the picnic. She wanted a toy boy, she said. I was glad to oblige. Never mind that she was older, she was hot as hell and the glint in her eye told me she was very much into sex. She was the one who helped me realize how much I like to get fucked up the bum. I'd never given it any thought. Always considered my ass was just there and not anything to do with sex.That first night she invited herself to my apartment. I quickly realized that she could teach me a lot. We were fucking in the missionary position.