I've taken to writing in my diary religiously each day now forover 25 years and recommend it to one and all.******************************************...*****************************Last night was spent gossiping with Bernadette in our bedroom because Isimply didn't want to study after my talk with Aunty Poss. In ourbedroom that night Bernadette and I talked about all manner of thingsrelating to boys in general and Bernadette's latest crush in particular.Bernie asked me all sorts of questions. ”“I could do it,” I said. “We just don’t have time.”“Well, could you take the time to engineer a way to move your head so your brilliant engineering eyes can see the fucking machete that I placed in your brilliant fucking hand?” he asked. I stopped and looked at him. He had the biggest, saltiest smile on his face. Even bear was laughing at me in a half dog, half wolf kind of way.Bear trotted over and licked my hand. It was his way of letting me know that he was laughing with me, not at me ... I. I got a little hard but was still recovering from all of our adventures yesterday. We discussed what to do today. We decided to laze around all day. We had lunch at the cottage and took a long restful nap. We decided to go into the village for dinner. The village was very upscale, it had fancy shops, fine restaurants and beautifully kept buildings. We went into a fancy pub for dinner. We sat at the bar and had a drink while we waited for our table. Dinner was fantastic, simple steak and. She slid her palms over the young woman's thighs and legs. As her hands slid up the blond's legs, the napping girl automatically opened her legs. In her dreams, Dave was making love to her. Her hairless pussy lips opened with anticipation. Denise could smell the heady scent of Vicki's sex. She drank in the view of her sexuality.As Denise lightly stroked the young woman's sex, she bent down to lick a stiff nipple. Vicki arched her back, as -in her dream - Dave suckled at her breast. Vicki felt.