Every minute, day, and occurrence, every happy moment, probably every bad moment, too, everything would get imprinted in my memory. Or so I thought. Y...ars went by and I started thinking of my good old diary again. At first, I believed I had misplaced it in one of the moving boxes and since there were still a few that have not been emptied even after all this time, I believed it still might be there. Of course the old memories did not escape me, but I wanted to refresh them. I wanted to remember. Stacy remained silent, happy in the knowledge she at last had an understanding with her handsome, horny father, and they walked to the house, hand in hand.Stacy's mother had turned a light on and was sitting on a couch. She didn't look up. Stacy was glad her mother hadn't headed for a bottle. That seemed to be a good sign."We can't change what has happened, Marge. Nor can we ever go back to things as they were. I, for one, intend to try and take everything in stride, as our lovely young. I kiss down your chin to your neck. I kiss all around it, enjoying your gasps. Kyle explores your opening as he licks and sucks your clit. Your orgasm is building as I kiss down to your nipples. I take each in turn into my mouth, licking sucking and gently nibbling them. Your chest is flushed and you are breathing fast now. Kyle is finger fucking you and licking and sucking hard as you cum convulsively.Kyle stays kneeling, lightly kissing you until the shudders running through you lessen. He. Tonight, though. Tonight is the one night in this whole week that we’re going to get to spend together. I’m off from work, and so are you.My anticipation for you to be home from work has reached into levels of palpable tension. How desperately I need to be around you. I’ve had dinner prepared, with two nice place settings at the table, complete with a candle. Now I play the waiting game. It takes a while before my senses are rewarded.Your key in the lock is music to my sensitive ears; as tuned.