I knew my sister was on the pill. I had snuck into her room a few months before intent onchecking out what kind of underwear she had (and maybe use on... to jack off with) and found her diary buried under her panties. I knew she was going to be gone for the rest of the day so I took it back to my room and read it. The first 3/4 of it was pretty boring. She had started it in middle school so it was all about this boy looked at me and this boy held my hand. When I got to the last few pages though. "Unlike when I lived with my parents." And why did your parents ask you to leave?" They didn't like my friends," Jenny replied."Were you having sex with some of those friends?" Jenny just stared at her without responding."Has he," the social worker waved at me, "or anyone else in this household bothered you sexually?"Jenny lifted her chin. "I don't like boys." That wasn't an answer," the woman said, for the first time pressing for an answer.Jenny looked her right in the eye. "Every night,. They would love her, can't you set her up with them?" "Come on, Cheryl. We've tried that, I've brought her to work parties, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with those 'geeks' as she puts it. She is so damn picky." Steve, we've got to help her." Cheryl was opening my pants, and pulling out my hardening cock. Stroking it, she looked up to me, "If you can get her laid really good, maybe she'll rethink this. You've got to help me." She stopped talking to take my cock in her mouth and. If there's a run down to Southampton we try to include Portsmouth, Basingstoke, Andover, Didcot or Oxford. In that case we could be talking about a couple of hundred boxes which would be ten tons and about four thousand eight hundred cubic feet."What I suggest though is that you get hold of those dockets that you used against Dan. They give details of how the loads were made up and who they were delivered to. I'm sure you could dream up a spreadsheet that would give you all the information you.