I looked up at a very serious looking young lady. Here it comes, I thought."Can we talk?" she asked."Sure. Come on in. What's on your mind.?" First, I...need to apologize. Last night when I came in to get your glass, I read your private Diary and some papers on your desk. I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry." No need to apologize. I should never have left those things for you to see. I'm sorry if it upset you. Do you want to talk about what you read?" Yes. First I read the diary. It. “Bring the girl down, but have Tommy keep an eye on the woman.”The teen was pretty as a picture, blond curls spilling over her shoulders, perfect clear skin and a fabulous figure. She was wearing a blue Angora sweater that was tighter on her than it had been on the goat. Her skirt ended a couple inches above the knee and she was wearing ankle socks and flat heels. Her nose was a tiny button, her lips were full and red. She had an adorable little overbite. She was frightened and nervous.“Why am. He knew I was enjoying it by my soft moans I was making. He was sucking hard on the tip of my cock, I could see all the pre cum oozing out the tip of my cock. He was using it all as lube.Tom started to rub a finger over my bum hole, I had never felt this before and was very unsure...I jumped a few times but Tom reassured me and pushed my body back down. Stroking and sucking my cock faster I knew I was going to explode...I asked Tom to stop as i was scared someone would hear us...but it felt so. Treatments and more treatments. It seemed that each cost more than the last and each specialist doubled in charges. The house had gone, as had the business and our car. Susan had sold her jewellery and the only other thing that had any value, a painting by some Scottish artist. The picture had been almost sepia in colour and lurking in the almost, uniform brownness, were Angus cattle on a hillside. We hated it, but had kept it because it belonged to her Grandmother and had been handed down via.