I know you miss this dick, take it like a bitch should...' The poppers had me so high and Harry's dick was so deep in my butt I could barely catch my...breath. Harry twisted me about till I was now on my back with my feet over Harry's shoulders, I could look up into Harry's eyes as he pummeled my butt into submission to his will. I focused on my toes as I watched them involuntarily open and clinch shut according to what Harry was doing with his massive pole of a fuck tool. Harry's dick and my. “Special K, I am going to teach you the Promenade. You have seen Claire do it ... Do you think you can do it?”“Anything you want to teach me, I will learn how to do, X,” she quickly replied.Claire got up to show K how to do it. K was nice to her and tried it and did it, spot on.Claire sat back down. I heard her say to my mom, “Aren’t they the cutest couple?”Annie grabbed Claire by her hand and said, “Don’t worry, dear — he loves you much more.”“K, you ready to do this to music,” I asked.“Let’s. The wind hadn't picked up yet, and the snow was light and fluffy. Linda took my arm, but we didn't talk on the way. I noticed the snow speckling her hair and remembered my thoughts, now a year old. 'Like brilliant rhinestones on black velvet'. She'd glance at me and smile, then turn her sight back toward our destination. I saw the Excelsior as a well of anxiety, but she was celebrating our new beginning. Strange how we pictured the place existing in two different worlds.The hotel bar was busy,. This story from Ms diary relates to a Sunday when she wrote, V picked me up at ten in the morning, went to his place, straight to bed and he put a blue movie on, good fuck. As usual I like to lie next to M and ask her to tell me more while I wank myself off. She tells me that on this day her black rasta boyfriend, the skinny one with the big cock, arranged to pick her up early one Sunday morning to take her out. She said this was strange for a number of reasons, for starts where are you going.