That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There...might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more irritated by the behavio(u)r of the authoritative British. [That "(u)" is for you, Mr. Simmonds!]My dad's a patriot, I guess, but he's friendly to everyone. Rachel's part Japanese. There are aboriginal. She heard my breathing quicken, sensed my need, and finally, she reached down and caress the soft, silky skin of my balls. Her body reacts instantaneously, and I noticed a bit of moisture in her panties as she squeezed my balls gently. First one, then the other. Then she moved her hand upward, glancing at me and seeing my eyes squeezed shut in longing, in needing, in waiting for her hand to close around my cock. It does, and she gasped at how hard I was. My seven inches is completely firm,. "So many," she said.He nodded. "Most of those were kills too. It's really hard to live through a direct hit from an anti-tank laser. We only collected twenty-three wounded from the engagement — all of them the victims of machine gun fire or eighty millimeter shrapnel after they went out on foot after their tanks were disabled by indirect hits." They're safe now?" she asked."Yes, the wounded have all been flown out and transferred to Eden hospitals. The tanks and their crews are staging in the. John told her many times if she didn't enjoy it before it was because it must not have been done right. He was determined to try and make it as enjoyable as he could. Kissing her belly and rubbing his way down her thighs he rubbed the inside of her thighs up to but not touching her pussy. He could tell how excited she was becoming by the moisture he could see on her swelling lips. Lightly he rubbed the warming oil just on the outer lips but being careful not to go inside or to touch her clit. .