Little old me." Now my fantasies went wild and my dick was getting stiff.Tiff must have noticed because her evil side was coming out, she was noticebl... drunk and her walls were down, she leaned towards me and as she began to caress my inner thigh she whispered into my ear, do you want to hear my naughtiest secret of how my love for (looking at my crotch and grabbing my cock) sucking these until eagerly receiving that creamy reward began?" "Please" was all i could think to say. Well....I'd. Her every step was the purest agony, and she could no longer resist the imperative need to weep. Her tears mingled with the rain as it swept her tortured body. That beautiful body, delicate and frail, shook with her sobs, but she still kept on, never once flinching from her destiny.This weather was dreadful enough, she reflected, but the Winter would be impossible for her to survive. It could remain many degrees below freezing for weeks, even months, on end in these parts. Many a time had she. "Who knows, in a couple of day's I will be back home and all this willbe over and it's back to normal Michael.," I said taking a last drawof the cigarette I stood and stubbed it out on a bin."Hey you two grab a drink and let's get over to the stop the bus willbe here soon"Chris had returned with three large cokes, we all grabbed one andheaded over to the stop to begin our tour. ’ She nodded again. She pulled up another chair on the other side of Chris and looked at him. ‘What do you write?’ He smiled. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know.’ ‘Yeah, I would.’ ‘I keep a journal.’ Cat smiled. ‘Really?’ ‘Yep.’ He noticed her book on the table. ‘What do you write?’ Catherine got up and went to the table. She picked up her tablet and brought it back. She turned the page she had written that night at the first house. With reluctance she handed it over. Chris took it. I sit here.