September 17, 2006 It’s my birthday today. I’m eighteen!!! Yay!!! September 22, 2006 Dear Diary, This week at school, I think the devil really b...gan to tempt me. It’s just getting like harder and harder to hide the fact that I have a nice figure, no matter what I wear. The horrid thing, the really, really horrid thing, is maybe I don’t even really want to hide it anymore? I’m so confused. I know it’s so vain to say, but I know I’m pretty. Everybody says so. My hair is naturally blonde (maybe. I sighed as the two men relaxed into the situation gently fondling and squeezing, pinching my nipples through my clothes, cupping my breasts in their hands while caressing my ass, getting braver and more confident as it became obvious that I was more than happy with the attention.I had picked our spot well as this part of the room was dark and pretty much obscured from the dance floor, even so being an exhibitionist the 'naughtiness' of possibly being caught only added to my excitement. As it. Again she was instantly repulsed at what she did but continued to lick the dampness off her own dirty gusset. There was one big string of cum hanging off her tongue and instantly lifted the string into her mouth and swallowed. She could not deny it tasted wonderful.While the washing was going round she could not think of anything other than what she had just done, half of her was repulsed by it the other half was massively turned on. Despite her promising herself she was never going to do. "I continued down the hall, and heard the door slam behind me.In the guest room, I turned on the light and sat in the overstuffed chair and considered my situation.As you may have gleaned from my narrative, my marriage was on the rocks. It wasn't that I didn't love my wife, I did, and I had never cheated on her. I didn't actually believe that she had ever cheated on me, either.In almost every way, Amanda was a perfect wife.She kept an immaculate house. She was a wonderful cook, and an.