“What is that?” I was looking at John, Jane and then into the menu.“Well, here it is.” Jane found it in the menu and showed it to me. It was p...ach juice with some alcohol in it. “Don’t worry. It is very light. I am sure Saima will enjoy it.” Jane was smiling I looked at Saima and she had a somewhat meaningful smile on her face.“Ok then do me the honor to select something for Sameer,” Jane said. We all laughed at it. I took the hand of Saima and pressed it a little. She also replied with the. "What did you bring me to eat?" Sam asked.Freddie smiled. "Your favourite," he said before showing her. "A bucket of fried chicken." Mama does like fried chicken," she said as she snatched the bucket out of his hands and reached in and pulled out a chicken leg."Some of that is for me too, Puckett," Freddie told her."Mama doesn't share her meat," she said with a mouth full of chicken. "With too many people, so feel honoured, Benson," she added before handing him the leg she just bit off. I went to my dad’s office and asked to borrow a notebook. I decided I was going to keep a journal or diary.I felt it would give me a way to order my thoughts and to go back and review my actions. It would have to go in the lockbox because I was going to write my innermost thoughts, my feelings, my ideas, my dreams. And I was going to write about sex.I sat down at my desk and started writing about the previous day’s events. How I felt, what I thought, and about the intense lovemaking. I. Feeling down between my legs, my fingers slip around my pussy which is slick at the thought of having you. I smile at the fact that it wont be long before I have you where I want you - in between my legs.After about half an hour of luxury, I get out of the bath and wrap myself in one of the large towels. I pad into the bedroom, and shiver a bit, as its now much cooler. I allow the towel to slip down a bit and gently pat my breasts dry. I sit on the edge of the bed and the familiar feeling of.