Collette called it bald. Where Collette was short and petite, Bill was tall and burly. He was six-foot three inches and easily weighed two hundred for...ty pounds. While Collette was all quick movements and darting thoughts, Bill was deliberate, and made Caleb think of the inexorable power of a glacier moving. And he was gentle. If Collette could be called fiery in her protection of JJ, Bill would be the bulwark of a mighty castle wall. Caleb liked him immediately.Brandon Hawthorn, or Bran as they. He put the scope to his right eye and scanned the mountainous terrain below.Rodrigo quickly spotted two sets of tracks that the SRT-8 had carved into the gravel. One set was irregular. There were gaps in the trail where it looked as if the wheels hadn't touched the ground for long stretches. The other track was smooth and connected.Rodrigo had seen the wrecked Jeep a few hours ago. They had raided the salvage yard and found the missing SRT-8 and the white Porsche after killing the Driscol girl. After that, my daughter just had to speak. Her daughter had unhooked her bra and was holding both her bare breasts inside her hands while standing behind Kathleen. “Denise, honey! What . . . what are you doing?”Denise’s wet lips nuzzled her mother’s face cheek. “I’m playing with you beautiful titties!” she told her mother, then started playing with something else. “Mmm, nice wet pussy!” she said while her fingers rubbed Kathleen’s panties and her tongue licked inside her mother’s ear. Her. She started rubbing her foot up and down my leg. I was so hard, it was getting uncomfortable in my jeans. She opened her legs wider and I saw up her dress. Her pussy was swollen and dark. I moved to reach up and touch it and her legs snapped shut."No. Not here. I'm too nervous."I wanted to respect her comfort- after all, this was her first time doing anything like this. "Okay," I said, "I'll just look at you- here in public." She shivered when I said that, but opened her legs again. I went.