”Without thought I started the camper van and set off for the closest town, which was nearly 10 minutes away. Without saying anything, Miranda parke... her shapely ass in the passenger seat, continuing to masterbate with a fury that could start a fire. It was hard not to look at the blonde goddess finger her wet pussy, her large titts bouncing. Finally the main road came into view. It was early Sunday morning so there was barley any traffic. I stopped at the main road waiting for Miranda to reach. "Thanks, Jimmy. It's fine. I just ... I'm not used to this, yet. Maybe I'll be able to talk about it ... one day."His voice was kind and soft, "I'd be happy to listen any time, Willow. Any time." He smiled at her as she looked back at his face, his eyes moving towards her neck. "That tattoo ... I know that symbol so well. I've seen it since I was practically a boy. I wore it with pride myself. Your father always bragged about it to us, one of the very few parts of his personal life he shared.. "Where have you been?" she asked, clearly searching her memory for a name."I've been everywhere," I grinned, "but most recently in Seattle." Okay ... it's been a while, but don't tell me. I'm good remembering names. I'll come up with it sooner or later. See yah," she smiled and walked to a nearby table to serve some other customers."I might have known you'd be famous," Sue grinned."Famous or infamous," I shrugged. "I spent a year on my own here. I won't pretend I didn't look for a little. I have already phoned the municipal office with a simpler suggestion. A case worker is on her way."Even as he said so, a woman was ushered into the chapel. Introductions were made and she entered into a quiet but intense discussion with Dad and the Principal. While they were talking, Ms. Smith who had been studying Fran with a concerned look finally said "Fran, my dear. It is perfectly OK to cry. Don't feel that you shouldn't. Everyone will understand." I don't feel anything at all, Anne," Fran.