"Where's Anne?" She asked in a low tone, her head pointed to the ground as she stepped in. "Oh, she ain't here." Rick watched her walk passed. He noti...ed the way her large breasts jiggled lightly in her bra and the way her jeans tucked in underneath each of her cheeks. "She said we would hang out." Barirah's voice trailed off."Well, it's just us today." He smiled and walked towards the kitchen, "You want something to eat or drink?" I'm okay." Barirah responded in almost a whisper. She followed. She assured us that she would be and told us to have a nice night. I have mentioned in my previous stories that Aunt Fran is about 40 years old. She stood about 5' 4" in stockings. Although she had some extra flesh on her bones, she wasn't obese. Just full figured as I like my women. We sat and watched the Television together for a while but the program was not at all interesting. Aunt Fran said that she was bored to death and didn't I have any good movie DVD's. I said I did have some but they. Grainer, allow me to refresh your rather short memory. Her mother still resides in Wexford, Pennsylvania.”Roger had studied maps all morning. Wheeling, West Virginia lay between Cincinnati and Pennsylvania. Everything became clear. Roger said, “She’s running home to her mother!”Jason clicked off the autopilot and manually backed his truck into the garage. “Hey, sweetheart, we’re here. Alfred, is the coast clear?”“Mr. Timms remains out of state. Shall I relay a discreet message to Miss. I was out this year two days after Thanksgiving at an even more deserted state park, and couldn’t get that hot time out of my mind. Unfortunately, nothing happened at the park, but I felt compelled to visit an adult book store that was just a bit out of the way on my homeward journey. It paid off.I stopped at this place where I’ve had a number of good times in the past, and I was encouraged to find a parking lot with more cars and pickups in it than I’ve experienced there before. One pickup.