In the kitchen, I began quietly to lose it, whispering a burbly “Mommm.” Sandy wrapped me up, pulling my head to her shoulder. She held me without...words until I wrested control, picked my head off her shoulder, and inhaled deeply.She said, “We’ll get through this. I know that you know it, but even though we’ll have not known Meka’s father long, you ... and we ... will be changed a bit by this. Grief leaves an indelible mark and the process of getting through or past it is not short and not. " Goddaughter you are beautiful.You have your father eyes and your mothers face but you look like agiant wingless fairy."Willow laughed at the thought of being considered a giant. Willow lookedat Wee Lo and noticed how she did have very similar to her in body typebut also in other ways that she could not put her finger on. Willowstudied her self in the mirror trying to figure out why she why shelooked like a fairy. Willow then thought, "I guess it is because of mycomplexion and body type. It. Chris looked at his watch. ‘Com’on, time we were on our way!’ Rita just managed to grab her purse, as he whisked her out of the door. ‘No incriminating evidence in there, I hope?’ he growled. ‘Just my makeup, and a few rubbers! You never know when you might need one?’ she replied, with a twinkle in her big, emerald-green eyes. Chris just snorted. Chapter 2: The Initial Briefing As the unmarked car left the apartment building, and headed for the suburbs of Palm Springs, Rita cast her mind back. The woman laying face down screamed again and the black guard slapped her bare ass so hard it was glowing red. The other guard was now undressed and kneeling in front of the woman stroking his own cock to full stiffness. Once he was hard he began to rub it over the woman’s face, she was struggling under the weight of the black one who was rubbing his cock in a fucking motion up and down the crack of her ass. The dark guard then grabbed the woman’s hair.