Your mutual expressions told me you knew she would be stopping by. We chatted for a little bit while sipping some wine joking around and filling the r...om with laughter as a warm summer’s breeze blew in from the open balcony doors overlooking the scenic Falls. Only then did I find out that Jenn had asked to join us for the day in order to get out of the house and have a little break from her domestic life (Home life for her was not overly happy). I knew from what you told me, that you and Jenn. But it was amazing…a little bit hard and erect…i started licking it…kissing it…but I dint get any moans from her ..So I started biting her nipples…she gave mild and small moans and noises…and I loved it…and as I was feeding on her nipples…she moved her hands on my shirt…unbuttoned me..And removed my shirt till I was naked. And from that moment…i was really wild…i ripped her bra off…and off her boobs popped… I sucked them … mmmm ..So juicy and bouncy…actually she always wore tight bras…so all. .. she'd have known right away anyway. This was no different.And no easier to take.Her last memory. Walking out of the glasses store. Dad had made one of his jokes, the kind that take a moment for you to realize the play on words. She had looked up at him, laughing...Noise.Pain.Blackness.Then the Red Witch."Where is she?!?!" Violet's shaking stopped. Lifting her head, she met Mommy Rachel's confused, and concerned, eyes. "Where is the Red Witch?" Red..." Rachel's eyes widened, flicking quickly. I broke the seal and pulled out a number of smaller manila envelopes. The smaller envelopes were marked, 'Renwick', 'Barrington', 'Dwyer', and 'Smith'.I opened the one marked 'Renwick' first. A number of 8x10 black and white glossy photos fell out, along with a stapled sheaf of papers. I glanced over the photos and saw that they were marked 'Ren1' through 'Ren9'. The sheaf of papers was a narrative report with references to the photos. I began reading and looking at the photos as they were.