My fingers twirl within you, massaging your sensitive pussy walls, churning up a white froth of your lubrication. I bring my fingers coated in your ju...ces to my mouth, for I have to taste your sweet juices, smell the earthiness of your arousal. You watch my tongue circle my fingers, careful to savor each available trace of your sex juices. Finally, I withdraw my fingers from my mouth and I see a small smile cross your lips. You crouch and present your ass to me for mounting. But, as enticing as. ’ Copy wiped her eyes and sniffed, ‘Do you have poultry Mrs Carter?’ ‘Yes dear,’ Lisa said, knowing what this was about. ‘Your mother has hens and knows them by name, doesn’t she?’ Cody nodded. ‘Well come and see them and give them some wheat and I’ll tell you their names.’ They walked off around the house, the twins following. ‘Jeez Sarah,’ Max said, hugging his sister and thumping her on the back. ‘You’re brought home a real cry baby.’ He was ignored and Sarah hugged her dad and was kissed.. ”Aidan’s head jerked up.“She never had a boyfriend in Vancouver, her mother made a mistake,” Vicky told him.“So why didn’t she tell me?”“What did you do with her emails, Aidan?”His spirits dropped.“Yes, Aidan. After you told her not to contact you, and when you didn’t write back, she told her mother not to ring you. She said it was better for you to believe she had a boyfriend and had deceived you: it would help you to get over her faster, She was right: it did.”Aidan sagged in despair.“You. Iwould prefer she didn't see I have a diary at all, much less one that isbright pink, if I have a choice in the matter.*******Dear Diary;What else can I tell you about me? I'm kinda hoping if I tell you, itwill make some sense, because right now, I'm pretty confused by things.Like with what happened to my dad. He died when I was just five yearsold, and I don't have anything that reminds me of him. We have nopictures, nothing of his. And nobody talks about him, ever. The worstpart is he didn't.