She had brown, almost chocolate colored hair, curled in prefect little banana curls that framed her round face in a way that made his breath catch. He... green eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief, and, though he never really was a freckles dude, the scattered freckles on her cheekbones and nose just made her even more beautiful to his eyes. Her lips though, he thought, were frankly, amazing. They looked so soft, so kissable… he couldn’t help his mind racing along the lines of what glory it would. As he passed, I smelled a familiar cologne. One that I hadn't thought about since my divorce. "Continue with your evening ma'am." "Ugh, please don't call me ma'am!! It makes me feel old! Call me Shana". He blushed but didn't say anything else. He sat down on the couch and I started to make small talk with him. I learned that he was older than he looked and that he was studying to be a veterinarian. I soon realized that I had finished off the bottle of wine but there was no sign of my daughter.. I pleaded with him, quietly begging with my eyes absolute hunger. He smiled a cruel smile and continued to play around my agonized flesh. I groaned, as I was ready to cum with him teasing me. I dared not. As if sensing my thought, he slipped a finger under my panties and began to trace the wetness on my outer lips. It made me smile to see him pleased with this. His finger ran from the top to the bottom of my lips, spreading the wetness all over, making a slippery mess. My eyes closing in the. .. I mean. It's the way the universe apparently gets certain things done, because it's not coming from me."Coming up is another crazy coincidence. I'm going to hire a law firm to follow a young mother, with three daughters, who will be running from an abusive husband and father who has started to sexually abuse the girls. I can't tell you why I know that, you just need to understand that I do. I want to create a trust that will take care of them, including food, shelter, medical care, and cars.