I knew she’d use what I said to validate what my sister told her. I wondered how she’d handle conflicting reports. But that was for later.“I did...’t. I never figured it out. Two of my female friends pointed it out in September of ‘78.”“Are you looking at your journals? Or is it that burned into your memory?”“Both. I reviewed my journals to refresh my memory.”“I probably don’t have to tell you how dangerous it is to have this written down.”“No, you don’t. But there’s no way I could destroy those. .. before the wedding.Now. If you're not familiar with English roads, two hundred and fifty miles may not sound much of a drive. 'Tis true, most of it is dual carriageway or motorway, but at the legal limit, if there are no hold-ups, that's four hours of continuous driving. Add in two active five-year-olds who may or may not sleep, toilet stops, stops for food, stops for coffee, delays for accidents, delays for roadworks, and 'coning'... 'coning', by the way (conspiracy theory coming up) is the. It was like a dam had exploded, shooting liquid in multiple directions including the face of my lover. She shouted, “OH MY GOD! Did you just squirt!” I let loose a wave of fluid that would make most men say, “Shit I’m drowning!” I pushed up on the bed in disbelief as I sobered up and realized what was I doing. The next thing I knew, my friend had thrust her pussy into my face. I was timid eating another woman’s vagina, so I just did what I felt her do. I started with my tongue on her clitoris. During the time his wife was alive, though in increasingly ill health, we of course had the deepest sympathy for him, and hope that we acted as good neighbours. Making sure if he needed anything we could get it from local shops for him, making sure he had enough food in etc.He got to know us quite well over those months and when his wife passed away, we remained close as neighbours.I had noticed, however that the way in which Frank looked at me seemed to have changed. I caught his eyes taking a.