"Wonderful," she said. "This is a wonderful restaurant. I want to eat everything in the place."Ned watched her, smiling. "You confirm my prejudices, y...u know. In spite of yourself."Toni looked surprised. "What do you mean?" You're a sensualist. You love colors, fabrics. Your clothes - I'm sure you make them yourself - are elegant, but they move and fit with a specially sensual look. And you love good food - I'll bet you're a good cook, too."Toni flared. "You're crazy. Sensual? Sensualist? I. " Yes sir " She gets off the sofa and kneels in front of the coffee table as close as possible to the phone and puts the toy on top, held out that she grips firmly, her breasts in each hand and that she comes to snuggle them around it. Thinking only of the present moment, she fully lends herself to the game and begins to wank the toy with the help of her breasts while looking at the camera of her phone with a look of a bitch, then she tilts her head and sucks it toy at the same time as it is. Then she insisted upon sleeping in my tent with me. I informed her that I only had a twin sized blow up mattress. She said that it didn't matter because of how short she was. Upon hearing this I agreed and we both headed back to camp. Once at camp we both sat around the campfire with the rest of the family. We ended up staying there for at least an hour just cracking jokes, shooting the bull, and generally having some great quality time with each other. After a while I lit a cigarette and. Frank had a small policy that he got as a benefit from his job, but Misha wasn't covered at all. The belongings that Sally wanted to keep, were put in a rented moving van, and what she didn't was sold at an estate sale, or donated to good will. Sally, for all intents and purpose, was our daughter now. We would be tasked with taking care of her, and raising her to be a good person.Once everything was done, and everyone was home, the punishment for Sally had died with her parents. There wasn't.