He may just talk back, and that will give me an excuse to give him a good spanking. I am so wicked! I know that makes me sound bad, but it was such fu... the other day, and it is inevitable he’ll do SOMETHING wrong at some point.Dear DiarySaturday, August 7th, 2020Michael never took my bait and talked back to me. He even did a reasonably decent job mowing the grass. I guess a little spanking put the fear of my wrath in him, Lol!In other news, Amazon finally delivered my leather paddle. It is a. “Can you feel my morning wood, eh?”Of course I can. Spoon sleeping has its ups and downs. I love to rest in his arms, to sense his warmth on my back and allow my shoulder being stroked by his breath. Hours later, I may get a numb arm or the aforementioned wood poking between my thighs. Biological reflexes and automations. Until it sticks closer and closer to my rosebud. Pressing against the sphincter with a determination to enter. Which, I can tell, is the most conscious movement he pretends to. I was at school with Jessica. I believe the girl graduated from high school in the top stream and won several awards. You are, I’m sure, bringing a lovely-hearted lass to our household. I’ll make her room ready.’ Nash had expected Molly would come through for them but was pleased to hear her enthusiasm. He said they were twenty minutes from the homestead. On the dirt track in from the highway and still a quarter-mile from the homestead, Nash pushed the red button on the dash of the Jeep and. Despite all the energy we spent I felt myself growing younger and stronger. We made love in the early morning, went out on the boards and then made love instead of lunch. In the afternoons we were on the water or the beach and in the evenings we made love again and again. The afternoon after our next session on the boards I gave Sheila her first massage and she begged for one every day after. I put my wifes yoga mat on the kitchen table and Sheila lay there as I massaged the lavender oil into.