Her hair was jet black, of course, and it now flowed freely down her shoulders, every last lovely curl of it.By contrast, of course, Lucy and Ashley w...re classic All-American blondes, though Lucy tended toward the platinum blonde and Ashley to the honey color (she was honey-colored all over, given her fine golden tan). Lucy had blue eyes, but Ashley had green and she knew exactly what to do with them.“Yes, we are Assyrians. I’m Ninve and this is Sandra. Pleased to meet you,” Ninve boldly. The images of bread sticks licked seductively, plunging them in and out of her sweet lips, left his manhood strained against the crotch of his pants. He determined it would be a bad time to stand up.She was as deep in thought as he and was, as he watch, closing her eyes, and opening her mouth a fraction of an inch. He found he could spot her teeth closed lightly on the tip of her tongue when she did this. It infuriated him to know she insisted on waiting until they got married to share any real. Sissy's always writing in hers, and hiding it away. She didn't know that I knew where to find it all the time. Finding it and actually being able to read it were different though. She wrote what looked liked scribbles to me. It was frustrating sometimes, but, you're my diary, and I'm not going to write about Sissy all the time.Sometimes, I may write about Timmy, our big brother. He's older than Sissy and me. He's funny. Sometimes, I see him in the bathroom making funny faces in the mirror, and. He made a cash contribution to the church equal to the cost of the equipment. As Pastor George was driving to his luncheon date with officer Davis he found himself wondering what she looked like under that uniform. He remembered her hair be pulled back in a pony tail and a rather good sized chest. Her mother was the lead soprano and he enjoyed watching rehearsal because she usually wore a jersey top with a maximum lift bra which caused her chest to dominate your view as she was hitting the high.