"Sierra's fine dear. It's Carmine. She's left!" What do you mean left?" asked Cathy, feigning ignorance."She left this note on the table. I checked he... room. There's a bag and some of her clothes missing."Cathy read the note, of which she already knew the contents. The handwriting was unmistakably Carmine's. If Dahlgrin could produce fantasy lovers, a simple imitation of handwriting would pose no obstacle. The note:Dear Jessica,I continue to be haunted by the disappearanceof my mother. Even. My God it was so very sexy and hot! I smiled with pleasure knowing I had made him a very happy man! I glanced to my husband who had his eyes glued to me, he was enjoying this as I noticed his cock was stiff through his pants. He urged me to take the next cock, this one was darker, maybe Hispanic or Italian. We started in the same manner; my husband supplied me with some lube while I stroked this new long cock. My husband began stroking himself as he was watching my hands slide up and down. You're one of us now, we take care of ourown. That includes both your niece and sister: they are more thanwelcome to stay with Mark and Leslie for as long as they need."Daria tried to refuse, but John countered, "Your house is in legal limbodue to your in-laws making a big stink about it. They bought it but putit in your name, so they technically don't own it. That is neither heror there, they never lived in it and claimed residence on paper only fortax reasons. They are going to find. It was after seven. She wondered how long she'd been masturbating on the bathroom floor. She wondered where her brother had been all day too.Dan took Sara in her arms and kissed her passionately. His tongue pressed into her mouth and she sucked on it."You taste so clean and feel so good Sara."Dan backed her away from the door and steered her towards the bedroom. They often dismissed any preliminaries to their lovemaking. Sara knew when Dan needed her bad. Now was one of those times."Oh, is.