I'm glad I can share these events with you as they happen as it's turning me on even more knowing that people are reading this and you know as well as...they do what a sad wanker I am too- I hope none of my friends find this diary though as for the time being there's only Stacey who knows the truth. The big questions at the minute though are: Will her sister figure it out or will she tell her, will Stacey spread it around? I'm dying for a wank so I really hope they can call me soon!Edit @. She brought the tea in and settled down as usual. She then proceeded change into nighty from saree . She seemed to be slower today, more precise or was it my imagination? She then sat back and took her tea in the hand. I watched and then something happened that made my heart stop. She opened her legs and looked across to me. I could see right up between her legs.She had white panties tight and taught in between her legs. I thought I glimpsed a few wisps of pubic hair. My heart stopped and I. There was no experimentation really, I was embarrassed about the whole business. The result of a catholic upbringing, no doubt. As far as wanking was concerned, as I had to share a bed with my brother, it was something I had to do very secretly and quietly. I leanned that the best way was to pull and roll the tip of the foreskin between my fingers, As I started to produce sperm, I could contain it within my foreskin. That is still the best way for me, 40 years on.as a result, of this, my. With utmost power I drive the dildo forward, nearly breaking her neck and finally the mass of sand is pushed into her bursting, bloating stomach. All in a sudden, her suffocating body jerks, rocks anew, madly! She is falling into the final mode of ag0nal breathing, terminal r8pid death gasping. I push the dildo back out of her gullet just to ram it again with a new load of sand down her ripped throat. No chance for her to suck in some life-giving oxygen. But half way through her esophagus I am.