Dunlavy hand Farjahd a wet-wipe, which he used to clean his fingers. Well, I do tend to consider the back door "unclean," as it were. I'd never stuck ... finger up Botilda's butt, but I was sure going to now! That double-hole action is a powerful O-maker.I talked a bit with Bret, with Botilda, but mostly I worked on Tuesday's journal. There was so much that happened yesterday, and there wasn't anything I felt I could leave out. I didn't do much else, and was starting to think that second Homeroom. Walter's game really began to go downhill and he came in last by a mile. After a couple of drinks at the bar they headed back home to Walter's house for a few more drinks.They arrived at Walter's house a little after seven to find Sheila watching the television. After a few more drinks the conversation began to get a little saucy and Walter confessed what he had done. Instead of being angry Sheila looked as if she had just won the lottery.Within a few seconds Sheila had removed her blouse to. I learned this via the typical realtor "for sale" sign in the yard. Although my wife and I did not interact much with this family, given they had only lived there for two years and mainly kept to themselves, I was a little disappointed to see them go. The neighbors have a daughter, Kate that I've enjoyed spying on when she went swimming in, and laid out by, her pool. Kate was 19 years old when the family moved in and did not go to college. Instead, she worked as a waitress at a local sports bar. I was happy to see the bar full of people seeming to have a good time. A live band was playing Jazz in the back and as I went to find a place to sit and order my brandy I saw her. There she was, Sarah, looking lushes as ever. It had been a while since I’d last seen her. It must have been at least seven long years ago since we had first met at a mutual friends wedding. I had never been fucked before like she fucked me that night.. She was still ravishing with her long legs. Her skin glowing as.