It's a fucking paper glued to the spine notebook. The only way to salvage this venture is if this turns out to have notes by someone famous, like song... Elvis never got around to recording, or an unpublished story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.When you finally get home, you pop open the notebook to see if there's anything worthwhile written in it, and find several things written in entry form. It seems this was a diary for someone once upon a time. You begin reading the entries on the crisp white. As we kissed the phone rang. It was Caroline and I knew I had to take the call we spoke at the same time every Sunday when I was working away. These rituals pervade married life.I answered and sat on the sofa. My cock still hard.I chatted to Caroline and she seemed distracted. At one point I heard her gasp. I asked if she was alright and she said it was just a headache. As we spoke Rick slowly slipped down his dress. He was wearing a lace black and gold bra, matching suspenders and Brazilian. His breathing quickened as he closed eyes, moaning softly in pleasure. She fondled his ass as she traveled downward, giving butterfly kisses, so light it was driving him wild. Sandra lightly raked her nails down his back as she went lower. She had never done this before but knew that she wanted to. Seeing and hearing Tom’s pleasure, she was getting moist herself. He was moaning and whispering her name, unaware he was doing so. She smiled as she realized that she was in total control. His legs. My cock jumps at the thought of licking her clit in front of them. With Jenny having such a huge sex drive too, I wonder if this turns her on at all. When she’s ready, we head back downstairs.(Jenny)I make quite an entrance in my robe, wearing nothing else except for flip flops. Already, I notice several of them drop their eyes down my body, probably hoping to get a look at an exposed part of me. We clear the table in the dining room, which is larger than the one I set up in the kitchen. Skylar.