"Two out of three isn't bad," I said as we descended the stairs. "I think Stefan will come round when he sees how his siblings have reacted to you." H...pe so!" she grinned. "I can't wait much longer to get you into bed. Good night."The kiss I got was not a gentle peck on the cheek but a full blown sizzling sexual invitation to greater things. We were both breathing heavily when we prized ourselves apart with heated glance and heady smile.Looking back on it, I'm surprised I thought it such a good. I have tried to picture him with a look on his face like he is totally enjoying her and looking at me like I can only dream about a guy like him, but it will be easier now.G_d, it suddenly occurred to me how embarrassing it would be if anyone ever read all this. I think I would die. Thank G_d I live alone. Wednesday, February 16, 2000Margaret was about why I hate birthdays. I wish I could talk about listening to Trish and Ryan. But I just can't. How could I tell her that I spent all night. Their tongues darted out and laved the hard staff of his cockpole clean, removing all the blood and juices left there by the young virgin's pussy.Behind him, on the bed, Klinda had appeared. Her head was between the young girl's legs doing the same for her pussy. Beside them, the two boys had mounted their mother. Gilbert had already stuffed his thick pole up her greedy pussy and Rudy was hunching down over her face. Most of his cock was disappearing into her mouth with every lunge of his. "He looked over her shoulder."Emmmm, Heller's "Catch 22"." Yes, we have to do a paper on a work characteristic of dark, satiric humor." Well, that one surely fits the bill. It has you laughing out loud one moment and crying in despair the next." Isn't that the way life is?" she asked. "Isn't life itself filled with both joy and sadness and do we sometimes not even have time to savor the joy before the sorrow closes in on us?" Well put. Perhaps the existentialists have something there after.