The words didn’t make any sense at first. The tree was still there, I would’ve noticed if it were gone. But I looked at the tree, really looked an...d I saw the horror that had been put upon our playhouse. The two branches, the ones just in reach, that formed a “V” perfect for small hands to pull themselves up with, had been cut. “He…he said that he couldn’t get under them on the lawn mower and he just cut them off,” Jeffery said. His voice was hoarse, I knew he was crying again. I didn’t look at. The last time about 5 minutes ago in the garden area between the two apartment buildings just under our apartment balcony.She said it was very horny being fucking looking up at our apartment, hoping I would be watching. Feeling he thick hot cock pumping her wet slippery pussy, hoping someone would see her. She came quickly thinking about how many time she has been fucking tonight, and I would fill her up again before she fell asleep. Young Tony as it turn out continued fucking Karen after she. I started crying. After a while, I was cried out. I looked around in the plane to see what kind of shape we were in. Everything was in pretty good shape. If it wasn't for the damned tree limb we would be fine. I saw what hit me in the head; a pistol case had come loose, flown forward and clocked me.I knew that I should stay with the wreckage to wait for rescue. So I unpacked the camping gear and set up the tent in a nice place near the stream. There was no fuel smell so I assumed the wing tanks. Well, that's a bit better, but not much.He reached toward his bedside table, not really noticing the way his hand trembled as it moved, but instead of the water glass he expected, his hand knocked against a large glass bottle, almost toppling it to the floor. "What the hell?" he asked, his finger wrapping around the neck of the bottle and looking at the label. "Holy shit, I drank last night and just left this where anyone could find it?" he moaned, his eyes tracing over the strange letters on.