They called in an expert and we all went over the forensics. ‘Dear Johnny’ had died of a massive cerebral hemorrhage. He was brain dead within sec...nds, before Anne had had time to react, well before Anne began CPR. He had several problems that could have caused equally sudden death! His arteries were in a bad state, he had other aneurisms and his heart had been under strain for several years. The postmortem report said ‘Dear Johnny’ was a walking corpse waiting to fall over. He should not have. And worst of all, delusion number three, was that my cock was the best thing in her life since puberty. All three of which were sand bagged the day I came home unexpectedly for lunch, and found Terry on our bed down on all fours dressed in her smuttiest garter belt, sheer black nylons, and matching nitey as the biggest blackest cock in the world shoveled in and out of Terry’s enviously stressed bung hole.The postal uniform puddled on the floor next to my bed quickly identified the stranger, and. I really wanted this hot passionate woman in my life so I joined her and her parents on their summer holiday in a rented house in road stairs,Kent in unusually Hot summer weather! The weather wasn,t that great on the Saturday evening we arrived though it was forecasted to improve on the Monday. After supper and watching some tv we were left to our own devices and both totally naked messing around when I knelt before her “Sarah you know how much I love you. Make me happy and say you,ll marry. When they come to bed and see me in their bed asleep they will try and wake me, ill stir and open my eyes a little and ask what they are doing in my room. Hopefully they will ask what I'm doing in their bed asleep.Ill say I was scared to sleep alone tonight, that I have been having bad dreams for weeks and ask if I can stay with them tonight.I will fill you in with the rest after I try that and see where it goes.February 4th.Dear diary my ass, Ashley you have some weird and twisted thoughts.