“So what brings you in here tonight,” she asked as she sidled up next to me.“Well, I’ve got a little shopping to do,” I said as I paused and...gestured towards some display mannequins. I then turned towards her and looked her directly in the eye, “Plus, I was hoping you might still be here.” Her lips turned up in a mischievous smile as she looked right back at me and I could see a teasing flicker of lust burning deep in her beautiful eyes.“Well, this is your lucky night. I was just about to go. Then I got out the lube and coated her hole and my two fingers as I applied it to her hole. First kneading it in circles then inserting a finger and slowly moving it back and forth. She started to moan and breathe heavier with every passing second. I slipped in a second finger and she began to moan a little more and lifted her head slightly as I felt her clamp down on my fingers hard. I could keep moving them but it was like pulling her inside out. I did this for a while until she relaxed. "So what's up?" I haven't heard from you or Royce in a couple of days." I remarked. My journal entry told me that, I couldn't remember of course."I can't answer for Royce but I have been busy touching up your images. You do know that you really aren't that gorgeous, don't yo?" she asked."Of course I do. I'm the one who told you.," I said."I knew I heard it somewhere," Wilma said lightly. "So what is going on with you?" I am waiting for Jason to call about a party this weekend. Are you. . supposedly ... it hadn't.The Moro ... a muslim sect made our passage up the western side of Mindanao very dangerous. Our weapons were used and used and used again. After we were finally away and rounding the tip, the Dyaks raiding in from the Spratly and Paracel Islands also added to our misery.Remember when James McDouggle mentioned proa with a hundred men? Yeah. He wasn't joking ... if anything he was understating the situation.The Dyaks were pirates before Christ was born. They were still.