This journal will be good practice for that, I thought.Since I collected two grand in cash on Thursday, I had it over night at the house. It didn’t ...oncern me, but it was something I needed to think about. I was glad to be shed of most of it Friday afternoon. The extra cash I could work into much weakened band account. I could concentrate on adding a couple of hundred bucks to the bank every month, and call it profit from my worm business.After the closing on Friday afternoon, I went to the. " Not every time..." Braggart. After the real good ones then."She was still laughing as she disappeared into her bedroom and I searched for the shirt. It was in the bottom of one of the drawers, and Annie was right. I did wear it after Phil and I had a particularly good fuck. He bought it for me as a lark and I loved it. It was loose and comfy even if a bit short, and we didn't think that the kids took notice of the miss-numbered logo. Annie obviously did. I stared at myself in the mirror, and. I waved bye to them as they drove down the street. Alone at last I locked the front door closed my eyes and a satisfied smile crossed my lips as I sighed and enjoyed the quiet of the house. I walked to the kitchen and poured a nice glass of Chianti wine in a large wine glass, took my first sip savoring the wonderful taste on my lips. I took my glass walking down the hallway to my bedroom and closed and locked the door. Feeling a little warm from the wine, I set my glass on the nightstand. Stood. You tenderly kissed my ear, my jaw, my chin, and worked up to my lips. As our mouths met, your tongue was already extended to push into my waiting mouth. You licked the roof of my mouth, wiped over my teeth, and then pressed it on back toward my throat, while entwining my tongue. The use of your nails on my back was livid to me. I moved my hands to your ass, squeezing your flanks, pressing your pelvis to mine. I felt like my cock was getting harder and harder. You broke off our deep kiss and.