My husband is most of those things but his eight inches falls a little short of what I loved so much in high school and especially in college. For som... reason I was attracted to tall strong black men . There were plenty of choices back then and my girl friend and I took ever opportunity to find one if not two each. I often find myself day dreaming about those times I really missed them.About a month ago our current choir director became ill and was forced to retire so he moved into a retirement. I absently wondered what I would do if I were faced with his situation. I decided since it was almost one thirty I would head for Floyd's and meet the wrecker and make sure the car was set up for his daughter. I grabbed the title and went out the door trying to remember his daughter's name. It was almost three by the time I got there and I was tired of fighting the traffic.When I pulled up the wrecker was arriving too. He unloaded the Yugo and if I hadn't known better I would have sworn it was. It was summer, and a great summer it was. Back then, we used to pump the gas, and needless to say, hot chicks wearing mini-skirts always drove away with squeaky-clean windows. Life was fantastic! This summer, a gorgeous young redhead often walked past the station. I couldn’t tell how old she was, but she was gorgeous. Her lips were rosy, and out of this world. She had freckles, she had dimples; she was a living doll. Crazy as this may sound, I was madly in love with her. I just wanted to kiss. She picked up the pen and wrote, 'Today I have masturbated 26 times and my clit is demanding more attention. I am incapable of resisting it. When it starts throbbing I can do nothing until it is satisfied.'It had started as a joke. Beverley and Carol had given each other five year diaries on their eighteenth birthdays and both had promised to make a daily record of their sexual exploits. The idea being to exchange diaries when all the pages were full so they could read what each other had been.