As it grated his hand William realised he clutched something small in hishand. A match. dragged the match over a nearby rock and the stick waveredthen...blazed in his hand. There was a liquid vacillating of air as heturned the small phosphorescent light towards the thing, only toilluminate the empty basement. The thing had gone. For a moment thematches light flickered and sputtered, struggling to burn through the dampblood and tears. Then the light extinguished abruptly. "Damn..." Somewhere in. He gripped my waist with his hands as he focused on fucking me harder andharder. I placed my hands under my back to avoid friction burns to my bum and wrapped my legsaround his back. He was a man on a mission, wanting to prove a point. His teeth were gritted andbeads of sweat ran down his chest. He gripped my waist harder as he rammed his cock home. Thetable was creaking and sliding as he fucked me with such force. My breasts bounced as hepummelled me. Suddenly he stopped and withdrew. He. Muffling his approval, Sling-Boy groaned on the cock he was sucking.I watched entranced as Fist-Expert manipulated his hand expertly, as his body moved about like a monkey in a fruit tree. Hefty was also humping Sling-Boy’s mouth and tweaking Sling-Boy’s nipples frantically at this point. I stood watching like an unwelcome outsider, as Fist-Expert’s began pumping his forearm deeper and deeper into Sling-Boy’s butt.The treasure that I had discovered had now been totally usurped by the newcomers,. It's fine for me. Unlike Cecily in "Importance of being Earnest," it's not "simply a very young girl's record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication." My journal is my journal. My dictionary says that's "a record of experiences, ideas, or reflections kept regularly for private use." So there, Mr. Simmonds!Dad stopped Mum from destroying the garden. They talked for a while and then Dad came inside. "Do you think you could sleep in my study for a while?" he.