She returned with two glasses, poured the wine, and we resumed reading. After sometime I glanced up in surprise to see Mary really upset. I moved over...and she said that something in the book conjured up memories of her ex-boyfriend, who had just dumped her. She was emotional, and I put my arms around her. She started describing this guy and how affectionate and warm he used to be. It was really cozy and I was beginning to get a little lightheaded from the wine. I could feel her breath on my. So I went on some dating apps and set my preferences to 40-99. From there I started seeing a lot of people nearby me. So I started typing to all these hot older women and a lot would say I'm too young but some would talk to me and eventually lead to talking dirty. There was one lady about 50 that I was talking to that things got heated up and we exchanged numbers and plenty of dirty pictures. After talking for a big we planned on meeting up. She lived 30 min away. So I showered and got ready. But what of little Ellie. Her daughter? She couldn’t die. Ellie needed her back home.Again, and again, she pulled at the ropes holding her down. If only she could get one hand free. But what then? The way they had tied her, even if one hand were free, she would not be able to reach the other one to release it.Her thoughts and struggles were interrupted by one of the men entering the barn. She waited, as he moved closer. It no longer mattered how often they raped her. Once had been enough, but. My aunt called just as we got in the door to say she had a pitcher of her special lemonade ready in the refrigerator. I showed Helen into the den, and brought a tray of drinks for us. "Lore has told me much about you...she says she couldn't keep her business going without your help," she said, following with, "she really loves having you living with her." I mumbled something in reply, but was fixed on looking at her face and her breasts. I noticed the smooth white bra she had on through the.