Most people either wanted to be her or be with her. She was sweet and innocent to the right people to be liked wherever she needed to be liked, and if...she was bitchy to anyone, it had never come back to her in a negative way. It just seemed like she could do nothing wrong. She had good grades, even though she didn't do all of the work herself. She didn't even do most of the work herself. She was the little Princess of her parents, who were absolutely loaded as well. Getting everything she. She pushed herself unsteadily off the bar and opened her arms. "You're right, Bemma!" Giggling, she wandered off to the nearest table, catching it before her drunken imbalance sent her to the floor. Trying to focus her eyesight on the table lying inches from her nose, Myva raised her hand to the occupants of the table."'Scuse me you fucking delightful bitches. But do you wanna fuck?"When there was no response, Myva growled, still unable to raise her head and get a look at the rude patrons. "I. ” I looked at the different sizes and found one that was not too long or too wide. As I looked at it he said “Do you want to put it in or should I?” I handed it to him and he covered it with KY. He knelt in front of me and began to eat me again. “Ready?”’ he asked. I nodded and he brought the head to my ass and slowly inserted it. I closed my eyes and he began to lick me. It felt wonderful. When it was all the way in Shawn stopped licking me and said “I can’t wait any longer.” He pulled me up. ...Still puzzling over the deeply unsettling dream I'd had last night, justas I was locking this diary into a hidden compartment in my desk togetherwith the small black box and Christmas card with its strange message "Forsure t'is not Finnegan", I'd looked up to suddenly see Siobhan dressed ina lovely long white summery dress underneath a white parasol, strollingin from the garden holding some freshly picked flowers looking morespectacularly ravishing and goddess like than I'd ever seen her.