But, what to say? What to communicate? What to share with the assorted collection of friends, acquaintances and “God knows whos”? What is on my mi...d? My eyes flit to the top right as another important update crawls itself onto the screen. “Helen Buckley commented on her own post …” And another. “Sally Doyle was tagged at Pizza Express with …” Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera … Yadda, yadda, yadda … Noise, noise, noise … Black cursor; white box; calling, teasing and demanding my contribution.. But stoped and dried her baby. It was a hot summer night, maby 93*F. I heard her wake up and felt her trying to wake me up. I woke up and asked what was wrong? She then said she couldnt sleep cus of the heat and thought she would sleep better if i held her in my arms. I let her sleep with me for the night and since i couldnt sleep i took off my shirt. She asked why i took it off and lied that it was uncomfertable cus of the heat. I then took off my boxers and she noticed and said it was grose. She resumed her face down position on the massage table, while Luca poured oil on her calves and began working her slick flesh. He gently brought one knee towards him, bending her leg at the knee, massaging her foot and toes. Angling her knee towards him cause her thighs to part, exposing her labial lips from behind. With her eyes closed, Holly could feel the young man’s gaze on her now visible feminine cleft. Though she was genuinely enjoying Luca’s talents as a masseur, it also felt. I shot pictures of her up the road and down the road.She amazed me when she squatted down and peed again. It was more fluid than she had passed in the bathroom.When Mrs. Smith walked down the center of the road toward my house I panicked. First someone could come along and catch us. Second my mother might see us and I’d get in trouble.I took pictures along the way and even as she walked up our steps. She knocked in code. It was two quick knocks followed by two slow spaced out knocks.Mom opened.