"She continued playing with my nipples and squeezing my pelvis... my body began to move in a gentle rhythm with her motion... little by little our bod...es seemed to merge into one ultimately feminine girlie motion. Every time we moved together I could feel ripples of pleasure echo out from inside me. My inner thighs wanted to consume her hand... her arm... all of her! I could feel my silky panties slipping against the wool and her silks. I could feel our stockings slipping against each other, my. She...she made him do it. I...I was cleaning out herroom an....and found her old diary," Edna sobbed pushing the diary acrossthe table."What the hell is she talking about? Bertha Lou made him?" she thoughtopening the diary.As Francine began reading, her eyes got bigger. Reading more, her shockturned into fury. Closing the diary, tears flowing down her cheeks, sheshouted, "We have to find this...this Brian and get my Allen back!" Ho...how?" was all Edna could say."The police....I don't care. " Then holding the little boys hand, he gently asked, "What is your name?" The little boy was crying, and Harold felt sad for the girl inside. She may have been a snot nosed punk, but he didn't know if she deserved that. Though maybe, a part of him thought smugly, now maybe she'd be able to grow up right. He felt somewhat guilty over that thought, though he didn't let it show. "I'm Screech... I mean Lucy" the little boy looked embarrassed, then tearfully stared at Harold as if begging for. She is very conservative when it comes to her wardrobe, she doesn't show to much much flesh but she picks her clothes to suit well on her body, out going, very friendly and polite, mother of two beautiful g***s and a church devoted woman. But in the bedroom she is very hot and wild, and very demanding; we have tried almost everything imaginable. Well this time I was by myself eating my sandwich and checking on my cellphone, somehow a car at the other parking lot in front of me flashed on my.