This was it, the end for Melissa Brendan-Foster. I just hoped that Mark and Sarah would get the fuck away from here, back to the camp and leave. I did...’t want Sarah to experience what I had experienced at Braymaster Station.The man shouted his question at me for a second time.“Melissa. Hungry. Over the mountain. Yes.”I could see that he was rapidly taking in the answers to all the questions he had asked. To avoid the knife cutting me, I offered a more coherent description.“I-I’ve come from over. For all we know,Lauren might still be alive," Emily said, giving me a gentle squeezefor some encouragement.After Emily had left several hours later, I began my own search. I hadto find Lauren, whether she was dead in a ditch or alive in the woods,I had to find her.The police were continuing their search of the local area, and I knewthey would probably find Lauren before I did, but I felt like I had todo something myself. I searched the area with online maps and readevery story written about my. Some thorny stuff's OK. Jes' hafta see. These sausages are real good. Think I c'n get me a couple more without the noodles?" Why not?" I ordered him a pair. The waitress looked like Charlie was a Martian or something. Tall, skinny guy with a digestion of stainless steel."What's this Oohlaroo place we're goin' tomorrow?" U-l-u-r-u," spelled out Weena."It's a gigantic rock southwest of here. It was called 'Ayer's Rock' until 1985, when the government gave it back to the natives. No one is quite. I moved slowly wetting my shaft and going deeper on each downward thrust till I was entirely ensnared and nudging her womb.“Your there. I can feel your touch, deep inside just at the apex of my core.”We both looked down and saw that there was still another inch or so of me left to go. She was so incredibly small and tight. Her inner muscles squeezing my cock and almost sending me over the end.Her arms came up around my back and held me close. Her nails giving me a teasing scratch.“Go on. Give.