Ami tar Ha-a jib pure narate thaklam.–mili aste kore komore tu;e dhorche bujhte parlam.Ami chuste suru korle o jol chere dai.r ami purota chuse ni. ...bar ami uthe daria pant khulr chure feltei dhonta dulte thakle mili setak khop kore dhore nia bole—atakei ki fate dhokate hoi?Tumi bollai uni jaben.–tobe ami bolbo akhon noi rate bolei dhonta chuste thaklo.aktu pore akta nirodh kine rekho.rater bela radha tomar kache jabe.–ache to nia asbo?–ahhon noi sona mami ase jabe rate.–rate to sonu thakbe.–o. They had also learned that they could cross their legs and press their pussies together and rub them. Carol’s pussy was brown haired and lovely. Sarah's was blond and also v-shaped. They and could make each other come without any man around. Sometimes they would yell out to me to stop peeking and get into the bedroom. Then they would both use me as they wished. They would either suck my cock. Or one would demand to be fucked. I surely never minded. I lived for sex with Carol and Sarah. The. "I shut the journal and sighed. Hopefully that's useful to her... and moreimportantly, hopefully I won't have to write too many more entries.I absentmindedly went through my evening ritual before bed while I thoughtabout my next move. I reconsidered some of the options I thought aboutearlier. Maybe my next step would be Church and speaking to the Pastor,although I wondered what she could offer me that would help me with myproblem.My mind wandered to the more fantastical possibilities again. . Even making love that night seemed a little strange with the room slightly more echo-ey and Julie’s pre-climax panting appearing louder than normal.The girls were on show the next morning, so we were up early to ensure they got to collect their academic gowns in good time. They were all in summer dresses and proper shoes; it was not a day for the tomboys to wear their jeans. Naturally, we three lads wore our suits so that we’d look our best in our girlfriends’ family photographs.(It was strange.