Dear diary, A lot has happened over the past few months. I'm sorry I couldn't write, my room has been completely messed up and I couldn't find you, no... had I the time to write. I think I should start the story at the night my Dad sat down in the TV room and we had a chat. "Jake I need to talk to you", my Dad said walking into the TV room and sitting down on the couch opposite me. "About what?", I enquired. "You know Kate I've been dating for the past few months?", he asked me. "Of course", I. "This is an electromicrograph." She paused to look at her guest's blank reaction, and thought it worthwhile to elaborate. "A picture taken with an electron microscope. You can see the weave of the fabric here. Notice anything?"Marnie did, though it had been years since she'd thought in detailed terms about textiles. "The weft is normal, but the warp..." Was there something funny in the yarn?"Good eyes, my dear. It looks like two-ply nylon, but there's a tiny third ply wrapped around the other. We have ADCs to provide us with scripts for speeches. My ADC, a certain Captain Bowers, who a number of you know." There was a murmur of laughter. "Has provided me with one and has a copy in his pocket. I'm not going to use it." Pause. "And will probably get stick later." There was a roar of laughter. He paused again to let it die away. "I was privileged to command a company in 6 Battalion on D-Day. A fellow company commander was Captain Bowers' father. We were also honoured to have in our. The deepest reaches of her softness were thoroughly creamed with Luther’s rich seed.” As the frantic lust-filled sex subsided they collapsed into each others arms and Sandra’s mind began to clear. What had she done? She had just had sex with another man. She had let him take her totally and utterly. In lust she had betrayed her husband and worse still she had enjoyed every moment of it, but she let out a little giggle at the thought. They got dressed after picking up their scattered clothes and.