" She handed over her black journal with a white cross on the front to Friday. She had only a few lines down.Everyone is different, not everyone belie...es the sameBut that doesn't mean we have to be enemies"That's really good," Friday said after she finished reading it. "What will it be about?" Probably about friendship or something." Friday handed her her journal."I'm guessing that the Millers will be late again?" Delta asked as she looked up from her journal towards the kitchen counters where. However, another drawer had several unopened packets of pantyhose. I went to my room to contemplate the situation. I deduced she must be phasing out stockings in favor of pantyhose.Autumn was just around the corner and my parent’s were on a kick to get rid of things. Two large trash bags of clothes were put together along with some old towels, coats, sheets and shoes for charity. My parents had yet to go through their closets until one Saturday afternoon they were in their room going through. "Okay, I'll take dibs on that and we can decide when I'm eighteen. Is that a deal daddy?" "You bet sweetheart," I replied and kissed her thoroughly.The solution to the oversupply of pussy came when I discovered I had a neighbour. He was Kenny Lake, and he lived with his wife Dora, a luscious thirty-five year old blonde. They had two children, a twelve-year-old girl named Nina and an eight-year-old named Betty. Nina was a lovely little girl and she was a precocious little brat although she was. .et je peux deviner la forme de sa queue. A chaque petite bosse, je donne un petit coup de cul dessus.... Et d'ailleurs, je sens sa bite changer, se transformer, sous mes fesses, elle commence à gonfler et, quelques minutes après devient très grosse et dure...je suis désormais assis sur un gros bâton.Je profite de la situation en bougeant mon bassin lentement dessus, meme lorsque le quad roule sur du plat et doucement. Je sens parfaitement son sexe en erection vu que je ne porte qu'un slip de.