She kept her pussy shaved and smooth. She loved sex and loved to show her body off to men and women. She remembered last week with the man and his wif.... The wife could not keep her hands off her big tits and the man loved her pussy. Then they switched as the man devoured her tits and the wife ate her pussy like a starving woman. He had a nice cock and fucked her for several hours as the wife licked her pussy. They were going to meet again as the sex was great.She was closing her eyes. "This top has my breasts pressed together nice and tight, but they would have been like that on their own back then."He didn't look up at my face. In fact, he said, "Close your eyes. I don't want them accusing me."I giggled, letting my little-girl voice take over. "My eyes won't tell. I promise!"His eyes looked into mine and saw an impish little-girl face, not the accusatory look that he feared. "Are you scared, Lindy?"A grin took over and I could feel the blood swarming just beneath my skin. Phil had asked her if she wanted another drink and she had told him it all depended. When he asked her on what she had told him it depended on wether or not he was planning to get her back to his room.Phil had looked a little taken aback and then told her he was hoping more than planning so she had told him he best get a bottle and a couple of glasses to go then. They had gone to Phil’s room, he had poured wine then tried to kiss her and she had told him before they started anything she only. I simply nod and take my plate of bread and butter to the table, and flipopen the first diary. Before I even got to finish the first page, I hada raging headache. Her handwriting was garishly large, and Amber clearlyhad little appreciation for even the simplest point of grammar. Her"sentences" typically consisted of several actual sentences run together,strung by "then" or "an". Not to mention navigating through the littlesketches in the margins. I think the last entry was about going to.