, and Sandy opened the door to me and invited me in. The front room was a small living room, modestly furnished. The second room, straight back, looke... like it was supposed to be a dining room, but there was no furniture -- just some exercise equipment and a big wooden box, on the padded floor, about the size of a coffin, only maybe a little bigger, all around."You want some coffee?" Sandy asked."Always," I said. She led me on through the house. We had to pass through her bedroom, next, on the. I yelled, ?MOM, I’M HOME!? I heard some noise upstairs and a thump. It was about four or five minutes until she came down. She was wearing a casual skirt and a loose top. I could clearly see through the top. She had obviously not had time to put a bra on. Her tits were much larger than mine. I was hoping mine would get that big soon. Boys seem to like the girls with big tits. I said ?hi? to mom and went upstairs. I downloaded the video to my computer and saved it in two places on my hard. Maybe you can find out who her friends are. Keep your phone on."I nodded and stepped out of the car. It was chilly, and I was glad I'd worn a heavy jacket. It's not unknown for it to snow here this early in the year, and I was concerned for Sarah's welfare.I knocked on doors, showed Sarah's picture and asked my questions. Everyone seemed to know her, but no one knew where she was. I hit pay dirt halfway down the block; an old, ramshackle singlewide that had seen better days. The mother, Cecily. I ordered my green beer and leered at her as she flounced away, her short skirt bouncing nicely over well-rounded buttocks. When she bent over to place my beer on the table I got a glimpse of lovely young breasts, not large, but like delicious looking ice cream cones. Her smile was warm, but not inviting, so I said nothing of what was on my mind.2As I sat back and looked around Patty's Pub, I noticed that quite a few men were gathered around one end of the bar where a strikingly beautiful woman.