While Momo and Chloe ran through the woods, Sonja stood Hairy in the kitchen, watching the ticking egg timer. Well, technically, she was jumping, bouncing back and forth like a rabbit. She couldn’t asian contain her excitement, wanting to run out there and chase them down. One minute went by. It had just snowed the night before, so there would be fresh prints for her to follow. Two minutes went by. Momo would probably just run without realizing it, or at the very least look for areas where her footprints would be harder to see. Three minutes passed by. Chloe, having the instincts of prey, might prove cleverer, perhaps even backtracking to throw her off. Four minutes passed by. They would be smart enough not to actually run through the woods, at least not in smooth areas. They would probably try to stay in areas with underbrush, where ice couldn’t form on the ground. The egg timer ringed and Sonja rocketed out of the house, the door closing behind her only because of how hard she had opened it. She ran around the house, searching for prints that weren’t her own. Who should she go after first? She found a set, smelling like Momo and too large to be Chloe. She took a moment to jump up and down and cheer in happiness, and then followed the tracks into the woods. As a fellow meat-lover, Sonja could read japanese the intention of Momo’s prints. She didn’t know how to run away from things since she was always the predator. She could only try to apply those instincts to what she was doing. Whether consciously or subconsciously, she always walked along curly ridges and raised spots, instinctively wanting to get the highest view she could, even if she wasn’t looking for anything in particular. She had also avoided almost all manner of visible twigs, focusing on silence, even though it wasn’t needed. The tracks stopped at the base of a tree and Sonja looked up. Crouching on a branch and trying to hide behind the trunk was Momo. “I found you!” bushy said Sonja. “Momo doesn’t like being followed,” she pouted. “Let’s go find Chloe!” Momo jumped down and they made their way back to the house. They searched the area, at last finding Chloe’s prints leading in the opposite direction from Momo’s trail. They agreed, and they sat in Caylie's room to talk. Dick had arrived late every evening last week so I assumed it would be the same tonight. I crawled onto the bed, between japanese her spread legs, and leaned down to kiss her. And I want you both to film what I am going to curly do to your mom.” I looked back to Amy as bushy the girls moved closer to us with their phones out. Damn, asian that's nice.” "No," she muttered. Her fingers unzipping his pants. Does that mean she’s not coming any longer? Lauren had laid the seat back and had been knocked out cold since they left the truck stop. "Could've asked for help!" Her Hairy pleasure-stricken mouth still parts in gaping awe, but the luscious lips that rim it, are quivering.