You see, it acts as a kind of confessional for me. I don't go to confession any more, and writing my diary acts as a way of unburdening myself of my c...ncerns. When I used to go to confession at church, I always used to come out feeling refreshed. Although, deep down, probably eager to sin again.If I was able to go to confession now, I would tell the priest that I've been keeping lots of secrets these last few weeks. I'd tell him that I've been telling lies to my Mum and Dad, and to my. This lady was stripped for action! She went over the side in one smooth movement, huge tits flying, lovely ass in the air and legs slightly apart to give a nice view of her pussy just before she slipped below the surface of the water.Jake and I simply threw our clothes off and jumped over the side after the two women. Jake set out after Melanie, but I swiftly overtook him and reached her first as we entered the shallow water near the beach.The four of us were a few paces apart as we determined. ’ I stopped and held position and did a recognoture of the territory, I had managed another half inch or so, give or take a sixtheenth of an inch. ‘Darling..too big’? I enquired consolingly. ‘No, Dave, I just felt something different happening, is all’, she said. ‘Umm, your’e supposed to Honey, it gets better as one progresses, believe me’. I said, though I wondered for an instant that Monday morning may come around before Karen had taken a couple more inches, or we may both starve to death. . pretty but not to be trusted either! Not unless I could fuck all four of them right then and there and compromise whatever loose tongues they might have! That wasn't about to happen and I hadn't the nerve or finesse to talk them into it! The girls, according to my Barb, as told to me later, saw an opportunity to watch a cock and pussy united. (All of them had masturbatory fantasies about THAT as I often had!)I backed off, stammering my thanks but no thanks, hopped the hedge and headed for the.