Officially twelve and a half today. Six more months before being a teenager. Mom says she’s dreading it, que le voy a matarla. Ha! I already feel li...e a teenager, I think. Unless it really does feel different. I’ll have to come back and see. And does this mean I have to stop writing a diary? Or does it mean I should be writing more? I know it’s just a number, but something feels kind of special about it. ThirTEEN.She scrolls through, feeling a pang from the echoes of the girl she used to be.Dad. With a gentle touch, Oscar ran a hand over her face. She leaned into his palm. In a firm voice, he said, "They are watching over you. One of them gave you the gift of languages and left a mark on you for all to see. You don't think the white hair was just to make you look sexier, do you?"Georgia laughed and said, "Sexier? No, I don't think my hair was turned white so that I would look sexier."It was good to see her laughing again. The past few days she had been pensive and anxious. It hurt to. Krissy had dropped to her knees and was pulling gently on the guy’s cock. Moments later he was fully erect.For an old dude he was packing a bit of a b**st. I could make out that what he lacked in length, he more than made up in girth.My slutty wife didn’t hang about and was soon feeding the guys fat cock into her eager mouth.The old dude stood over her and took in every detail of her sexy naked body. He placed his hands gently on the back of her head.Krissy can very nearly deepthroat my long,. She loved her husband dearly, that is a fact no-one could deny, and she had been a sexually adventurous lady in her day, though there were a few things over these last few years that she had not had the chance to explore, and over this last few days she had, for reasons I won`t go in to here, her mind had been concentrated, and she had sat and had long meditations and involved discussion`s over the weekend with her beloved husband about. She couldn’t explained fully this terrible feeling that.