In fact, she only trusted two living things.The first was her devoted man-servant Osaka. He was a sixty year old gay man from Japan that massaged her ...very day in a way that made her life cells come alive and made her juices flow with the vitality of a nubile female in the prime of life. The other was her beloved Oscar, a light tan Pedigreed Bull Dog with papers that went back centuries of breeding and careful training to be a Blue Ribbon champion at annual dog shows in all the famous venues. ‘Babe, I’m almost-fucking hell.’ I looked up at him, my eyes wide and innocent while sucking, spitting, and swallowing him. He pulled his lip in between his teeth and grunted hard. I felt his release into my mouth. It was warm and salty and delicious. I swallowed and sighed, tilting my head back. Standing up, I wiped my mouth with my hand and smiled. He was still coming down from his release and he looked a me with downturned eyes. His natural smolder was so sexy it turned me on even more. ‘I. Didi ne meri dono bahno ko kaha tum log abjao nahi to sardi lug jayegi .meri dono bahno ke jane ke bad didi ne mujhe bahar layi or kapde utha kar pas ke ganne ke keto me le gai . ganne ke bich me ek pipil kaped tha . ped ke niche bahut sari gass thi ham wah pahuch gaye . ganno ki lambai us samay 8′ ki hogi jishe ham bahar se dikhai nhi de rahe theWaha pahuchte didi mujhse lipat gai or muje kiss karne lagi 15 minit ke bad didi ne apne gille kapde nikal diy us samy didi bra or penty me thi jise. As I read further, I realized this girl, Jeanie, had forgotten about her diary at some point in her life and regained her interest in it only much later. The writing had matured and as I learned first hand, so did the subject matter. One passage in particular piqued my interest. "Dear Diary, I've had the strangest dream last night. It's not that I don't remember it, it's worse, I do. I don't know where it came from or why, but I haven't felt that way in...ever. It started out pretty normal; I.