I guess that brings us to why I’m supposed to be writing a journal to begin with.I’m seventeen, but Sister Olivia says my emotional, educational a...e is a lot younger. That’s one of the purposes of this journal, to help me figure things out that I should already know, but don’t.The biggest reason for all this, though, is that I have what Sister Olivia is calling “The seventh sense.” She made that up, but it seems like a good enough name to me. I thought everybody had it until Sister Olivia found. I pulled her shalwaar down she hesitated a bit but I looked into her eyes and she let go of my hand and i slowly took off her shalwaar. Then I lay down on her started to squeeze her buts with both hand and kissing her on her face eyes and lips.Then I took her earlobe in my mouth suck it for 2 -3 minutes until I put my hand on her pussy and started to rub it slowly. Her moans were getting louder and louder by the minutes but I was not caring as I knew the house was empty. Then I put one my. I knew Kristy was sexy but this was amazing. I felt bad watching her like this but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She rolled over onto her back, keeping her legs spread wide, so that I could see her clit which seemed pink and engorged and I noticed the muscles in her inner thighs quivered slightly.Kristy ran her hands over her full breasts, massaging them roughly, her hands squeezing firmly the delicate flesh, stopping every few minutes to pinch and roll her nipples between her forefingers and. Today they had planned a long walk along the shoreline, she liked walks along the water and they had never been for a walk here. Taking a canteen along with them they walked for miles following the edge of the water, slowly, in no rush, taking their time and doing as they would. When they began to tire they walked straight across the jutting neck. It was less than a mile back to the cabin that way.That evening they built a fire and lay spooned together in front of it just watching the flames.