After getting her children inside and letting them look around after telling them to stay inside, Veronica went out to check up on this boy and ask hi...m some questions.For around the next half hour Veronica ask Marcus some simple questions to get answers and with what she was learning she had called the police and child protective services to help. Within days Marcus’s family was found and brought in for questioning about why they had decided to abandon their child without a single thought of. I opened my mouth, and didn't know how or what to say. Would she believe me? Did I have proof? No. The only proof was on my own shorts…I would look like I was a pervert. What would I say?I shook my head and turned away. I heard Pete laugh softly to her and say, “Heh. guess not.”And she left, returning with the bottled water and leaving without another word to me.“Good girl Beka” he said softly, petting my soft brown hair. He then slid his hand back under to fondle my breasts, pinching them. It was his eyes that had been most altered. They were cold and cynical, the laughter and love in them gone. "Where'd you go all those years ago?"He walked to her slowly, extending his fingers to pull her from the floor. Refusing to take the hand that hung in the air between them, she scrambled back from him before standing on her own. Facing him, she could see the disappointment and resignation etched on his face."That day, when I left for work," he said as he dropped into a wobbly chair that. I drop my hand down to my pussy, fingering, pumping, feeding my need for sex, my left hand on a nipple, trying to unlock the pent up energy. Oh my god, I'm horny. In the back of my mind, I can hear the birds sing, not just tweets but songs with words, but I can't listen as the rest of me is screaming more, more, more.And I go. My orgasm brings with it that sensation as I leave my body and watch myself in the throws of exctecy. My vision passes outside the old hotel and I can see far across the.