>Sunday, May 25th (afternoon)Marsh, Listen!!I got it, Marsha. What's that Greek word? Eureka!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Listen. OK,. One evening, a few foreigners decided to have a campfire, with alcohol, music and I was called as usual to chill with them and also perform.I had asked Bhawana if she’d be interested and she in fact was. We got there by 11 pm and we drank, sang and then I was talking to her when others were performing. We were laughing, conversing, drinking and I found her to be really pretty and I expressed the same to her. We started bonding and we kissed a bit.At around 1 pm she wanted to use the washroom.. She cursed herself for showing such weakness to Dillon then being so rude as to practically throw him out of the room.“It’s all good, no drama Babe,” Dillon insisted in his silkiest tone. “It was this part here.” Leaning forward in his seat, he pointed to the second question. As his body moved toward hers, his arm never left the back of her chair. His bicep made gentle contact with her shoulder blade - but neither of them flinched. Suki reached up and tucked some hair behind her ear, seemingly. ‘Didn’t we just do this, private?’ I glared at him. He studied my face for a moment, long enough for several things to flick through his eyes before he settled on softening up with a patronizing smile. ‘You always run this hot and cold, private?’ Ooooh. So now I was back to being cute again. I flung my body at him, dropping a crutch and bringing up my fist. I might even have connected if I hadn’t tripped over the stupid crutch. He reached out and snagged me out of the air, pulling me into his.Read More
.. although I gotta admit… it’s a helluva way to lose our man virginities…I licked my lips at the memory. I reached down to my crotch, pulled o...f my underwear, and started playing with myself. I was a little out of practice at this; I’d been with Chad so much that I’d almost forgotten about good old-fashioned solo masturbation.I ran my hand along my shaft as I thought of our early encounters. I remembered how tentative we’d been back then, and how we’d kept grappling with our urges. We’d. "Mum, you told me I was lord and master of this house now; so don't make me have to start to punish you by asking questions you are not allowed to ask!" I pointed out. A frown descend over mum's face; as she said the last address she had for Harry was from five years ago when he wrote to her to tell her about Jim; my dad. I asked for that address and told her I wanted to go see Uncle Harry to get his side of things and find out once and for all whether Dad had been a willing participant or was.More
