Pleasure burst out of me. That tongue was amazing. Angela licked so hard and fast. Her tongue danced through my folds. It slid and curled, caressing a...l the wonderful spots inside of me. It felt so flexible and nimble.“Angela,” I panted. “Yes, yes, you can have all my pussy juices. You can devour them all.”Angela moaned in delight as she devoured me. Her head moved as she wiggled her tongue deeper into me. Her right hand slid up and brushed my belly piercing before reaching my small tits. She. There are too many people it would hurt so I have to stay until it's my time to go. I only want to kill myself, not end other peoples lives. Diary maybe you can't give me the answers but I wish someone could. I have never had a time in my life where I haven't had a good memory...But that's all it ever is; a memory. Nothing solid or right in front of me. I can remember times I had laughed and what not. Tried to be a good and faithful best friend. Tried to find a way to make things better. Maybe. ‘Yeah—I suppose if he wasn’t so intent on extracting some weird sort of sexual revenge on women, he might not have seen the importance of keeping the secret,’ she conceded. ‘I know, I don’t feel good about it either,’ I said, stopping her and facing her there on the sidewalk, holding hands. ‘But we didn’t give it to him, he got it on his own. We have no control over what he does with it. And while I feel bad about the women he’s going to hurt, he would be hurting a lot more people if he started. The paper work was ready and it was down to the oral question and answer period.For that, we had brought back Christian Stone to relate what he had done in the east. George Caruthers and Mindy Evans had drawn pay for several months and were more than ready for this. There was Elizabeth's fine hand in organizing both the content and the order. She opened the first meeting"My name is Elizabeth Fortier. Neil Fortier is my husband. Gentlemen, and I see one lady present on this board. Mrs. Theobold.