If they had been followers of ours we might have influenced them but alas, they were not. Perhaps if there had been more warning, we could have done s...mething but it was not to be. We might have gathered enough of the people who believed in us to mitigate the carnage. I say might because our followers are few and they were many. It did not bode well in any case, since the followers we did have were not in a position to combat effectively and were scattered all over this world. By the time you. This IS me. Stop! Harder to concentrate. I can’t think. Bitch. Helpless and angry, a pitiful combination. And you just walk away. 27 June I gaze down the garden path and across to the trees beyond the pond. Sunlight and birdsong. I try to feel something. Anything. There’s no rage left, no anger. But there is nothing to take its place either. I try to hold that thought but I can’t. I know I need you to know that, but helpless, I know it’s unlikely I’ll recall it later. Still staring at the. It was so exciting. My Daddy came back led by the other girl. Clearly another swinger like us. She took off her skirt and shirt, shoes and socks. She had Daddy put some really nice stocking on her. Daddy took off her panties and rubbed her pussy. He sat her on his dick shoved up her pussy. And the 4 of us watched each other fucking. The mirrors in the dressing rooms made it even more interesting. The men traded us girls for more fucking. After a while, the other guy made his wife walk out into. Not as good as yours though,” I mutter diplomatically as I enjoy licking and kissing Marta’s ass as Troy is sucking my rock hard cock.“He is very good isn’t he? Do you want him to blow you while I watch before you fuck me afterwards?,” she asks looking sideways in the mirrors. “A huge extra turn on for me. How about you Troy, now or after?”“Now, I want his ten-inches right now,” he mutters as he kisses and licks my balls. “I hoped you would say that, I went to great trouble to set this up for.