07/02/----My purple journal tells everything relating to Carrie and the entire contents is about my “Homosexual urges” except the stuff written in...this journal. 08/21/----It is so different to read what I just wrote compared with the stuff I have written about Carrie. Those pages were ripped out of another smaller journal, because I was using it for something else and didn’t want anyone reading it. My letter to Carrie was most of what I’d written in there. Compared with the dirty little. I want to marry you." I love you too, Don. But I don't think getting married is fair to you. We both know I'm dying. Getting married won't change that. I'm perfectly happy with what we have now." Well, I'm not. I want to show the world that I have a wife and a daughter, not just and old friend and a ward. I want to put things the way they should have been for the past fifteen years."Jessica looked into his eyes. Don still held her hand in his. With his right hand he moved the ring to her. There were roughly ten of us who were on top, me, Rachel, and our boyfriends of course held the head positions. Me, Rachel, Amanda, Hillary, and Claudia. Then it was Luke, Paul, Max, Kyle, and Andrew.Rachel was going out with this guy Paul ... who was amazing. He was the type of guy that everyone loved no matter what. Guys and girls alike loved Paul, and he and Rachel were in love. I mean really in love. Like they had reached that point where they could be without each other, and be able to. I started lubing my ass up with spit hoping to encourage him to want to fuck me. I had easily by know been putting 3 of my own fingers inside me when. He looked at me and said you’re a good boy here’s your present. As he grabbed me and flung me onto the bed, I was now laying on my stomach totally exposed to him and that piece of meat. He grabbed my hips and lifted them towards himself. He spat on his fingers and started one by one to put them in my ass. It felt so good him working his fingers.