"I held the box of notebooks up."They're all Momma's, I think."Roberto kissed me."I have to read them." Of course you do, Micol."He settled beside me ...n the tiny second bedroom of the flat Momma and Pietro lived in, and pulled out a second ragged notebook. He smiled."You miss her, Micol. So do I. So does Teresa."Momma died this year, in her own bed, peacefully and without pain. Alone, I should add, although until about five years ago she had never been alone in that bed for long. Not even fifty. Lindsey was almost quivering to help empty the other two bays, and Jen matched her enthusiasm. Jen and I had a rare Saturday off coming up, so we set that as a target. I woke to the smell of bacon and looked at the clock. 5:30! It was still dark outside. I stumbled into the kitchen to see both girls wearing old jeans, ratty tee shirts, their hair covered with bandanas. Both had work gloves hanging out of a back pocket.I got good morning hugs and they practically rammed the food down my throat,. Hard." I felt my cock stirring, released from his binds he responded toyour voice and your urgings.I start to rub your tits and kissed you hard on the mouth, my lips pressedagainst yours and our tongues start to explore each other. it feels soooo goodjust kissing deeply like that feeling your tits and your nipples hardening.you pull one of my hands down to your leg and i rub your thigh moving slowly upto your panties, a flimsy lacy thong, just what I need to turn me on. we kiss again and i run. Unlike us, Swamp Dog or whoever is looking for her doesn't have her well being in mind. They want to shut her up I am sure.May: Any ideas where we can look?Bart: She disappeared for a couple of months before she disappeared for good. It corresponded with a wilderness survival course that the PT instructor at Church Camp ran. It is not supposed to be affiliated with the camp. It's just a way to make a buck or two while Church Camp is lying low. I thought at the time that she might have been.