.. a ... oh, I love you Tim.”“And?”“OK, we’ll open the fucking gate.”“Thanks girls.” I opened the door for them and watched as they ti... toed to the gate with their bare feet. I drove through the gate and didn’t stop right away, going on through about an extra hundred feet or so. Wren was giving me the bird. Syndy closed the gate and they started for the truck, as they got almost to it I drove forward a little.“Please Tim, I am sorry.”When they opened the door of the truck, to get in, I said.. The only sound is our ragged breathing and the soft hit of you as you enter me fully. You almost hurt, but the need for you is so bad it overwhelms me. Every inch of you sets me on fire. Every second I want to scream from pleasure, from holding back, from want. Even with you in me I want you. I’ve felt the pleasure you can give me and need it. I tell you this, how much my body craves you even as you fill me, and I feel you speeding up. Pushing into me as I ache for you. God, Fuck me. You remind. Mike and Claire were tired and went to bed, and after a hurried cuddle and kiss fell asleep. Monday was taken up with household preparations for school the next day, and after the children were bedded down, Mike began to sort his papers out ready for his return to work, while Claire tidied up and went to bed early, saying she was tired.So from Tuesday normal life returned to its daily grind.For Mike in particular a week from hell began. He realised that his absence the previous week was. And it seemed to me that whoever found this missingchild (actually a young lady by now, I had discovered) would hold the key tothe whole situation; if I found her, I could always present her to UncleHubert and count on being cut in for a share of his gratitude. If I ever didpresent her to my uncle, that is! It had also occurred to me that if I --and I alone -- knew where she was, it might be possible to remove forever anyproof of her identity and sound my other relatives out on "How much.