Her friend michele is 37 about 5'8" 160 curvy big tits black long hair italian she's very sexy. she came over and her angmy wife talked she cried and ...alked more into the night drinking wine (my wife is pregnant so no wine or her) by midnight my wife was tired and went to bed and michele was very tipsy and was getting ready to sleep on the couch. I was doing somdishes and last minute clean up before going to bed myself when I sat on the couch for a minute. michele was wearing a snug t-shirt and. There were several empty pages in the journal at this point. Whether Nellie planned to write more and to fill the pages with more information on the subject would ever remain a mystery. I looked at Mom and Sarah to see their reaction to what I had just read. Both were staring straight ahead and I knew they were with Nellie as she went through her actions to hide what she had done. Apparently she thought at some point she would have to answer here on earth, but wanted to put it off as long as. What if I killed him? What if I killed a man? I never wanted to kill someone, but I did want to kill him. What if I did? What does that make me?”She broke off for a moment, her face against her knees, lost in terrible memory. I thought about what she said, and found myself hoping she had indeed killed him. He deserved it – and more. She was now clutching my hand against her chest like a shield. I pulled the car off the road and stroked her hair with the other one.Eventually, she sniffed and. I dint even see towards him and this was a green signal for him and he looked around and then he started squeezing my cock, i was loving it but was worried as i was in open and people where there, not close by but in surrounding area. He was enjoying my cock and then he made a bold move, he looked around and unzipped my jeans and even i looked around and seeing things ok i let his hand slip inside my underwear. His bare hand skin touched my cock and it felt nice as he started caressing my cock.