I work with your husband at the office.He’s always telling us about you. I thought it wastime we met…” Somehow the mood is right... She broughtchampagne and three glasses into the bathroom withher. Karrie shivered at the thought of whhat mighthappen….. She thought what the hell, I trust myhusband, why not? Becky sure was pretty. Her breasts weren’tas large as Karries but her pubis was nnicely trim-med and she had the nicest little navel Karrie hadever. “I’m downtown for lunch. I’ll shop and be back in mid-afternoon.”“No problem.”“Behave yourself!”“Of course.”Dad was outside when I got to Beppi’s. “Are you OK?”“I think so. But not a happy camper.” He nodded.We were seated right away. I ordered scampi and a salad.“What’s the problem?”“I think I should be happy. Between the art blokes and the ministry, I’ve more than enough income for the household, and Rachel’s articles pay for the cars and more. But I’m not content. And the whole business with. She was so startled by Sasha being at home,not to mention her munching on her pussy. "Please Sasha!Don't hate me! I couldn't help myself!" Tammy's cries went on deaf ears. Sasha could care less about what was going on between Tammy and Mike. She was horny and wanted her sexual desires taken care of pronto. "Fuck you Tammy! Right now I just wanna fuck! Open your fucking legs so I can eat that pussy that seems to have my man all flustered!" Tammy hesitated but could tell by the look on Sasha's. I have a diary. I've had one for ten years, since somebody came up short for birthday present ideas and gave me one of those little diaries with the little lock on it.I outgrew those when I became a teen, and I found one of those personal fire safes at a neighborhood garage sale. The lock on that thing can't be opened with a bent paperclip, and I started doing my journals on spiral notebooks. It's almost full of those, but in the last couple of years I've used a USB stick with Portable Apps on.