As I handed Pietro's great grandmother into the boat she looked around and said, "Cecilia?" Pietro shrugged and shook his head."Who's missing?" I aske...."My cousin Cecilia ... but I'm sure she's on one of the boats..." He really didn't sound so sure."When did you last see her?" Just before I came to the boat deck and found you ... at her cabin. She said she was going to great-grandmother's cabin and she would get them ready to go and we would meet there." He frowned. "What could have happened?". The vibrator was attacking her womanhood and she was guiding it into those special places. Bernadette had become quite an expert with her magic wand. I could hear that sloshing sound of the dildo going in and out of her vagina. Bernadette was groaning, talking dirty and breathing erratically. "Are you cumming?" I asked. "I hope so because I want to be ready for tonight. Just by you touching me in the restaurant and fingering my cunt, I have already had two small orgasms." I almost lost control. Her hair is fashionably straightened and shoulder length, her face pretty, always smiling, with just the right amount of make-up. Altogether she’s an entirely fuckable older woman.The next shot we see is of Linda in a hotel room, sitting on the end of the bed, with Charley sitting across from her.Charley conducts the interview, still looking back and forth from camera to interview subject, but her focus and timing seem a little better now. It’s a more natural interview.“So, tell us a little bit. A person who didn't know the way could wander lost for weeks in the endless series of hills and gullies. The harsh northeasterly winds that swirled across the peninsula made it even more inhospitable, and also acted to cover the tracks of those who had used the trail. We wound our way, with me in the lead, ' for several hours. I stopped on the trail and waited for Sid and Trunk to come up alongside me."This is looking like a waste of time." I said. "That storm you guys rode in on looks to have.