Rounding the corner there was an other door. Sign said pay cashier. Going this far with no one stopping me, I figured what the hell. There was a glass...encased room by the display cases. Luckily the man inside was paying more attention to the movie on TV then me as I handed him the money. Pushing tokens back to me I went back to the door as he buzzed me in.It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, I could here sounds of men and women. I seen doors to little rooms along the wall. I've learned my lesson though: no more pets in this heat.October 25It feels like a giant fuckin' blow dryer. And it's hot as hell! The home air conditioner is on the blink and the repair man charged $200 just to drive over and tell me he needs to order parts from fuckin' Perth.October 30thThe temperature's up around 40 and the parts still haven't arrived for the fuckin' aircon. Been sleeping outside by the pool for three nights now. Bloody $600,000 house and we can't even go inside. Why the. He was soaping her chest and then to her breast, cupping them. Still at her breast, his thumb was circling her nipple and she felt his hardness brushing her swollen belly. She felt nice and never felt the guilt of betraying her husband. She put her hands to his face and absently stroked. She came closer to him and planted a kiss to his lip lightly. This time his penis was shampooing her pubic hair with semen. She felt wonderful closer to him and planted another kiss. Her stomach was against his. I'm 18, but you wouldn't think it -- most people take me for 15, tops. I've never had to shave a day in my life -- I barely have leg or arm hair, even, and only a fluffy tuft "down there." To say I didn't play sports was really an understatement -- I'd have gotten creamed. I always hated playing rough, and hated getting dirty at all; I guess you could say I was a bit prissy. Add to that the fact that I was quite sensitive and wore my straight blonde hair down to my shoulders, and I think you.