He waited to see the obvious falsehoods burn away at the sheer intensity of his incredulous gaze and uncover reality. He held the page up to the light... turned the page over, turned it upside down. His eyes frantically swept the text for anything which might give him a clue that this was not some cruel joke.He snatched the previous page and re-read its last entry. In shaky script, Elizabeth had described the start of her vigil near the site of the old tavern, where she would confront the. There must have been twenty people there and there was a small garbage can with what someone said was purple passion, a mixture of grape juice and pure grain liquor, about 150 proof. I took one swig and it burned all the way down. All I could say was, good, in a very hoarse voice. Marge refused to drink and said she would keep and eye on me so that I didn't get in trouble. Little did I know what she had in mind, if I had known, I would have skipped the party. It was about 10:30 and I started. , and had a very funny smell.I poked my tongue inside her navel, meanwhile my hands were plundering my akka’s boobs… squeezing them, rubbing them against each other, pulling them… my sister was also helping me by pressing my hands more onto their boobs sometimes, pushing my head more onto the navel…then I moved my hands towards her blouse hooks and started removing them, initially there was a faint protest,Where she tried to take my hands of her hooks, then later even she cooperated and removed. I can’t see right now how far in I am, but I’m almost past caring. My own arousal has been quietly building and my clit is begging for attention. I adjust my hips and realise that the right angle can put pressure on my g-spot and Jimmy’s prostate at the same time.My strokes now switch to long, slow and inexorable, pushing in as hard as I can on the downstroke, hauling on Jimmy’s collar with one hand, the hand on his dick pressed into his abdomen, holding him tight. He gurgles and sputters and.