The only thing I really remember about that party was the car ride home with my Mom flushed from drinking, an item of partying she usually hid careful...ly by relegating us elsewhere for Girl’s Night.06/19/---CI know I should write in the other journal. My handwriting sucks and what I want to write about is perfectly acceptable by Mom. Well, maybe she doesn’t approve of it, but she knows about Chris already. It isn’t bad. I just met a guy at the Mad-Dogs [nickname] party last night and gave him my. I guess I was a little curious why Sherry didn’t even ask me what had happened the night before as I drove her to school. She wasn’t being aloof or anything, she just wouldn’t talk about it. Maybe I was misreading her, but I was getting the impression that now that I had carried out my assigned duty, my part in the whole process was done.It was the same when she got home from school after rehearsal. She and Mom chatted about their day as if nothing at all unusual had happened less than. Placing her clit firmly between both of my thumbs, I started to lick at it very incessantly. Vanessa was groaning and moaning loudly now and I worried that some one would hear and call management. I turned on the Television and found a basketball game, I turned the sound up just enough to mask her moaning. I decide that this time I was going to make Vanessa beg me to stop eating her juicy cunt. Vanessa's cunt had a sweet musky smell to it even before my cock invade the richness of her vagina.. On arrival I did my usual thing getting dressed, his friend had gone out to get some days I was just putting my wig on when he come back in his name was Derek a big man in his late thirties about six foot tallHe said hello and sat in the chair and told me how cute I looked.Frank told me to make some tea which I did ,While waiting for the kettle to boil I heard them talking about a woman called Celia and how much she love being spanked and what a dirty fat slut she isI made the tea took it to.