I thought nothing more on the subject since I had more pressing things on my mind-namely Susan my fiancee. it seems that Susan had grown bored with th... way her life was going and so she decided to move to New York and try to become an actress or a model-whatever. I told her thanks for the memories, we'll always be friends, yada yada yada. She in turn told me that I didn't have to act this way and I shot back -' Whose acting?'.That shakespearean tragedy was around 4 in the afternoon. Forgetting. When her finger got to her clit she detoured it around the little bud. Let the poor thing rest a while. She had to lower her shoulder to get her fingers to her own pussy lips.They were slippery, but other than that, they felt completely normal. Wet. There was a lot of wet down there. There was no pain whatsoever, but she brought her hand up to make sure the wet wasn’t blood anyway. Milky white. Just like what Bobby left in Barbie.A whole series of emotions raced through her like competing. I found myself incredibly turned on as I pondered the likelihood that she was already fucking Wes and Paul, and perhaps other, unknown, men and perhaps women. I also considered the difference between the fantasy of these thoughts of mine and the impending certainty of dealing with them as a reality.Anita admitted that she was by now managing her burgeoning sexual experiences by having an almost split personality – her everyday persona being Anita, and she referred to her new highly sexual self,. I sat there trying to reboot myself. I did in the end. Girls pleasedon't try doing eye make with hangover and bleary vision not the bestidea. I did in the end get dressed and walked into town. I had a BurgerKing, I need something if I was going to up chuck. I hate the dry one'swhen nothing left but I was all sicked out so I was okay.I had a good look around the shops and got a top on C&A. I also E-MAILED my friend Bea, a post TS and my best friend. Then went back tothe hotel. That Sunday the.