She set the bottles of Holy Water on the table beside the bed, and laid the cross embroidered cloth on the bed. When she went to bed in her usual atti...e of panties and T-shirt, she wrapped the cloth around her neck, kind of like a muffler. She said the 23rd Psalm prayer at bedtime as she had become accustomed to doing. That night was clear, and the orb of the moon was nearly full in its brilliance, so she had no visitors, of either the evil or the good variety. As she sat drinking her morning. It's from a young woman by the name of Miranda. Dated 26/12/1905. Mum, dad and William are heading down to Portsea with uncle James and aunty Louise. I'm staying home. I have a few things to do and someone needs to keep the dogs company.Not only that I have my own priority's in life whilst they are away for the week. I went to the train station to see them all off. So hot even at seven forty when they're train departed. I watched as they're train went out of view. So good to be alone and free. She had no trouble just running my life. And for some reason, I was agreeing to everything, even when I hated it. Like my hair. Sure, I had said okay when Raoul wanted me to be a redhead, but that didn't count as far as I was concerned. Not Jeannie, she said I had promised and if I didn't, Raoul would figure I was a lying little bitch and dump me like some loser. I called to make an appointment but Jeannie said I already had one.I knew I was in trouble when we pulled up in front of this sort of. The sight of him coming was the last stimulus I needed. My orgasm overcame me. I put a hand against the wall to prevent me falling over and I bit down on my lip to stop myself moaning out loud. I stopped moving my hand and just rested it over my pussy, the base of my palm over my mound and my finger at the entrance to my slit. I moved my finger gently around my lips, revelling in the creamy wetness I could feel. As a final gesture, remembering how much it turned on previous lovers, I lifted my.