Terri had made him take notes and write them in his diary and it was justso embarrassing. It wasn't so much the gory details but how she had madehim ...rite the information down like it was all his ideas of how to behaveon a date. Like most of his diary entries Terri had proofed them andmade corrections such that should anyone read them....well they wouldcertainly think the entries were his personal feelings and beliefs. Ifanyone were to read his latest entries he would be just too. Just a hug, that's all I need." I'd kill for a hug right now. Okay ... uh, sorry, that sounds terrible out loud. Anyway, conspiracy is a crime. We're already guilty, right? Better make our jail terms worthwhile," I say with a smirk. My mind is definitely working faster than two aisles back. "Which end of the lot did you park at?" Far corner, street side, right next to the cart corral." I'm not too far from there. Why don't we check out in separate aisles ..." ... you can put your groceries. I flexed my buttocks and urged my hips forward. The entirety of my prick sank into Abigail's treasure cove."Oh yes!" she gasped in joy, "Oh God, that's so good!"Her body rocked forward as I drilled my manhood into her flesh. Now I was gasping, buttocks flexed taut, as I savored the clenching of her cunt's muscles upon my shaft.I began to rut again, slowly, drawing out the vast, pleasurable sensations found as my prick coursed in to her deepest parts. My hands, seeming of their own accord slid. I could hear her going to the kitchen and after a few minutes, she bought a bowl full of kheer that she had made.She stood in front of me and It was the first time I saw a tinge of a smile on her face. Then she took the spoon and started to feed me with her own hand. Her smile radiated through her face as I too came back from my pensive state. As a little was left, she finished it herself and kept the bowl aside and sat on the floor touching my feet.Although this was not the first time, some.