But anyway, I was never really one for drinking. So this is where the diary comes in. It helps me exercise my writing skills and record my life, seein... as how I’ve had some trouble in the past remembering things that have happened to me or people’s names or other important things like that. I’m not going to dramatize my life like the memoirs of some politician or celebrity or make it seem fiery and passionate the way Anais Nin did when she recounted her numerous love affairs. All I can do is. This kept going on for about 2-3 more months. Then suddenly one day she called me up in the morning and invited me over to her house as she was all alone at her house for near about 10 hours, so I readily accepted the offer and went to her place on the way I took a Daisy as she loved it a lot as I rung her house doorbell she came out and was very happy on seeing me. She was looking a bombshell in her shorts and her tight see through which her boobs were totally trying to burst out. She invited. TJ was there, fiddling with the 'puter (he called it 'fine tuning') and he had to explain the workings. This time it was Trudi who got stripped and onto the spot for measurement. Morg had ambled up wondering what the crowd was. He grinned evilly as he saw a naked Trudi standing with a hand carelessly across her pubic mound trying to appear unconcerned. Morg ordered her to drop the hands and slowly turn around as the laser beams bounced off her skin; after she had completed several turns he. The girl turned. Linda dropped her hand to Samantha's, entwining their fingers. Slowly, Linda traced their hands along Samantha's wet thigh, than cupped her ass.Leaning forward, she whispered, "Let's go back to my place."Samantha blinked then jerked her head back slightly, "Why..."Linda grinned, "Because you dance like someone who needs to get fucked."Samantha looked lost, "... my friends..."Linda motioned with her eyes toward the booth. Samantha looked. Lucy and Yolanda were there. Yolanda's.