I was watching her watch people when a light suddenly lit in my brain. Hmm, I’ll have to ponder that. I’ll tell you, Ms. Diary, if that light lead... to something.June 2, 2017Dear Ms. Diary, Mom sent a text: “1st, N.’This is the first text this week; Mom has been quiet. However, and I suspect that this is the ultimate cause behind the text, Mom played a conversation for me this afternoon, shortly after getting home from practice. Before playing it, she told me that Dad had instigated the. You go into the bedroom, and I head for the kitchen to get something mouth watering. (as if I weren’t enough.. *S*) Perhaps strawberries, and whipped cream. Or cherries, so that I can tantalize, tying the stems with my talented tongue. Never one to make a choice, I decide on both, and quickly return to you. I join you, laying on the bed, and offer a ripe smelling fruit to your mouth. Your mouth opens and receives the berry, followed by a tender kiss, sharing in the sweet taste. We continue to. I move one hand to her throat with a firm tight grip. I lean into her. “Not a word whore if you want to live to see 17.” Commanding her silence. My other hands starts pushing up her shirts. Slowly I raise it. Inch by inch. Then I get a good feel of her nice firm puffy tit as I push her shirt up over them. I reach for my knife. I place it on her chest and cut the fabric of her bra right down the middle. The bra flies open. Her nice young tits give a good bounce. Putting my knife away. I keep. The room was relatively large, with an ornate king-sized platform bed next to a large window. A small desk was situated in the corner, with a laptop and desk lamp. On the bed was seated a beautiful young brunette, with blue eyes and a mischievous smile. She was only wearing a pair of blue panties. Her large, round breasts were firm and erect, with her nipples pointing straight up. She had a glittering diamond navel ring. Her long, slim legs highlighted her dominating, 5'10" stature. As soon as.