At the end waited a dirty white Transit van, its doors open ready. She knew she was beaten; this was her transport to shame and, possibly, death. With...her head bowed and tears running down her cheeks she was pushed in to dark interior. She was forced to sit on a dirty rug with her back against the front bulkhead.The two weird brothers climbed in the front and Billy and Bertie climbed in the back with Jill. The engine started and the van moved off slowly."Where are you taking me?" asked Jill,. They need to talk." said Melissa.She led him into her bathroom. He couldn't believe he was actually here with her. Was she still mad at him? Did she hate him? Ryan had said so. Maybe they had gotten back together... Sitting him down on the toilet, she went to work on him. She cleaned his face with a warm face cloth, washing off the blood and dirt. He just stared at her, shaking from her touch. He couldn't think of anything to say at all, only winced when she started putting antiseptic on his. ..oh fuck yes...come over and let me see what you have!" I couldn't believe this was happening. I was already shocked that I was able to get Miranda back her and on my cock so easily. But now, would I really be able to have a threesome with her and Sara? My cock got more stiff at the prospect, and I pounded Miranda harder. Reluctantly, Sara came closer to Miranda, walking stiffly to try and hide her boner. She clutched the bottom of her skirt, trying her best to keep it pulled down over her. Does your mom have any special friends? She must have had someone she was close to before she came here. Do you know of anyone? Maybe we could arrange for them to have dinner with us." Just Aunt Sally and Paul. It would great if they could come. We always had them eat with us. I miss Paul even though he is different. He doesn't go to school and makes funny noises and can't talk so you can tell what he is saying. When he gets excited he can't even feed himself 'cause he doesn't sit still. Mom.