About how lousy our marriages are. About work. About what it was like 30 years ago, and we can be honest about how we felt or didn’t feel back then....Or even now.”“Now?”“Yes,” he responded. “We’ve never shared a certain word. And I’m not sure we should, or could.”“It’s only been a week. We’d be crazy to talk about feelings like that,” she said.“Crazier than sharing how we make each other cum? After one week?”“Point taken.”“So?”“So? So what? I need to think. It’s like…I…I’ve never done anything. Andrews, called the five down to give them a quickannouncement. The five boys came down and into the dining room, wherethe four mothers were sat at the table, and five spare chairs were setout for each boy. Mrs Andrews motioned to the chairs."Take a seat," she said bluntly. The boys sat down and waited. Themothers looked at their sons.Martin was a smallish boy, with messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes;his clothes were usually a black pair of jeans with several rips andtears and a red. The secret is not really mine to tell, which is why I had intended to tell no one of it. However, that would mean smaller and smaller amounts of writing time as my friends became my sisters and we began spending much of our time together.“I have put a copy of the diary as it stands now on each tablet. It is over a half-million words long. I know I can trust you with this secret, but, as I said, it’s not really mine to tell, but I’ve been forced by circumstances to tell each of my sisters. Rhee. My hands moved over hers, holding them to the tree. She gazed at my chest, mouth open, sweating, legs open."Huh! Ohh, huh!"I was totally sunk inside her. I had this thought that if I could see her belly in a certain light or angle that I would somehow see the bulge of my cock. But I was afraid to look.I pulled way back and pounded back into her. Mo flinched and gasped."Oh, God ... do that again!" she pleaded, breathing hard.I set myself, looked around to see if anyone was near then hammered.