She didn't move her hand, until I took it and placed it back on my throbbing cock, sliding it up and down to give her encouragement to continue her pu...suit.I pulled the sheets back, exposing my rock-hard cock, which was just visible in the pre-dawn light, as she slid her hand up and down soaked with my slippery lubricant.She was riding my thigh as she worked my cock, and with my hand in the small of her back, I kept her hot wet pussy tight against me. She was gasping and grunting as she rode,. . Arlene suddenly hugged her. "It will be okay. We know that you miss your dad — that you love him. That's fine. It's the way it should be," she said, seeming much older than her sixteen years. "Dad understands, too. He won't push you," she whispered. "Just relax and let us enjoy your company. Before you know it, you'll be part of us. Watch and see."After the meal, Diana tried to get Joyce and Caitlin to go to the living room with the men, but they refused, wanting to help, although both were. To my amazement I saw that many of the trees about us were in bloom. In an instant I knew we were in some sort of orchard. There wasn’t any fruit on the trees as of yet, and whatever had been on the ground from the previous fall had either been scavenged by animals or it had decomposed leaving no evidence behind. Still, I was excited by the find. While I couldn’t tell you anything by looking at the leaves and the bark of the tree, I had a feeling I was looking at either apple or plum trees.. But really nothing could ever be done to make right what Monica had done to Jamie. What Monica had convinced Hugh to do to Jamie. I call it all a dumbass process because it isn’t for the victim, it’s to ease the perpetrator’s conscience. Poorly implemented they are like all of that restorative justice crap, just a second victimization of the victim.Jamie and I, we totally favor letting go of anger, because that internalized anger eats the victim up inside. Meditation is good; understanding is.