Dakota was the cloned image of her mother. She wasn't quite as tall, and she wasn't quite as filled out; but it was easy to see the similarity.Dakota ...hadn't bothered to get completely off of her 10-speed. Her tanned legs peeked out of the short, un-hemmed denim short, shorts. Her feet had the rubber slippers that they were obligated to wear once they were in high school. No bare feet above junior high. Her red blouse barley covered the bottom of her breasts. The edges had been tied together. We’d already tried the first one alone. I plugged in the other two and still nothing. I looked at the original notes. Dag had written the first two on a notepad in the hospital in his neat, precise lettering. The last one I photographed off Bradley’s dead body with my cell phone. I examined all three to see if there were any other letters that I could substitute for the numbers or sounds in the words. I came up blank. I didn’t know what Simon’s and Angel’s tattoos looked like, but if they were. Since she had no way home, the nurse called her mother. Sarah was busy when the phone rang. Tommy was on top of her, buried to the hilt and they were both sweating from their exertions."Let it ring," he urged since he hadn't cum yet."No I have to get it. It would be suspicious if I didn't." Reluctantly he rolled off of her so she could get to the phone. She leaned over on her side and picked up the receiver. "Hello," she said.Tommy moved up against her back and stuck his swollen cock back into. Ithad concealed the top of the shiny black tights that covered my legs,until they disappeared into my knee high black boots.I must have missed most of winter. It didn't worry me, though I felt abit sad that it didn't. As if I had lost something, but no longer knewwhat it had been. It couldn't have been important. Summer was, though. Ihoped I wouldn't miss too much of summer. I loved being dressed inswimsuits or slinky summer evening dresses. Next to Valentine's daydisplays, that was when I.