That night ended with her slamming a door in his face and him apologizing through it. He felt a tap on his left shoulder and turned to look. No one wa... there close enough to have touched him, so he turned back toward the bar to notice a pretty brunette leaning in from his right side. ‘The old grade-school tap on the wrong shoulder trick. Gets ’em every time.’ She introduced herself as Mara and asked if he wanted to dance. She reminded him of someone he used to know, her sly smile, the crook in. Unable to concentrate she kept losing count. The phone didn’t ring. The sun might set and it might rise again, Susan didn’t care. She wondered if her son could even see the sun. Sunset, sunrise, it lost all meaning. Time, seconds, minutes… and longer, that’s all that mattered. The watch kept ticking, the microwave kept flashing 12:00 and her hands kept trembling. They had told her, ‘Time is very important now, that’s why we are working so hard now. The longer the child’s gone, the less chance. .. I'm coming..." he gasped throwing his head back. Julia arched and squealed as the thick hot spunk pulsed from his cock, squirting over her hair and face."Dirty little slut!" Wilson groaned as she fell back panting on the grass, gobs of spunk hanging in her hair and her pretty face half obscured by a glistening mask of slime. The racket had fallen from her nerveless hands and lay between her still widespread legs. Wilson removed it and lay down between her thighs. She did not protest as he. She could also see Henry was there on the bed with her, and instantly Marie could tell that Henry and Amber were in the advanced stages of an obviously intimate encounter. Marie stood there silently watching and as her eyes adjusted to the low light level in Amber's bedroom, Marie could see that Amber's exercise top was pulled up off her chest and was actually bunched at her throat. Her exercise shorts had been pulled down where half of Amber's naked asscheeks were bared at the top and it was.