On Sunday, we'll practice early, do the show at one, and try to be on our way home by five, local time. What is it, seven hours plus to get back? We s...ould be home by seven or eight. As long as the customs officer can still come out for us to the air park, we'll be home early."The four of us went to our room and decided we needed some stimulation to put us to sleep. It was easy to be stimulated by these three. When I couldn't get it back up quick, the three entertained themselves very nicely.. He was the type of guy to stimulate all your senses, feelings, emotions, wants…. Just the type to make you wonder. Ty could get any chick he wanted and Sasha knew that she was definitely out of his league. He was the strong type, the type to be sensitive enough with his woman and tough enough with his boys. They worked together, but not on the same shift and somehow they became friends. They called each other often just to check on the other, or sometimes, just to talk, or even just to hear. She was going to be tall, already about five-eight, breasts that were slightly more than a handful, and I have big hands, though I'd never gotten them on Cammie's melons. Her hair was black as midnight. Right now she had a short, almost boyish cut, but it used to hang just below her shoulders. A few light freckles and a break in her left eyebrow completed the picture. The break came from a bicycle accident when she was six. Cammie hated it, but I thought it gave her face character.I'd known. She took a few deep breaths and read the entry two more times to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sister's diary. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and wasn't sure which she hoped for...She had to flip through several pages but she eventually ran across her name once again.August 12thI've tried for over a week now to ignore the strange.