Diary entry, Saturday 9th.The cunt didn’t show. I waited for hours in the freezing cold, but she had other things to do. She will pay for that…Dia...ry supplement, Saturday 9th.She came home at two in the morning. I managed to get there in time, but she had a bloke with her. That fucking whore screwed him on the settee before chucking him out. I managed to find a new spot so I can see into her bedroom. She has the biggest dildo I have ever seen, it’s black. She fucked herself with it for ages. With the wine, the weed, Emily’s spectacular exposure, her husband was feeling warm and mellow. Everyone was having a good time. Since they moved to Atlanta, Phil had missed having friends. The people at the law firm were dedicated professionals, but with Bob it was all about fun. It was a new way of looking at life. Lighting up another twist, Phil leaned back into the wicker chair and looked with satisfaction as Bob rubbed Emily’s back while she puffed. Her face was flushed with pleasure.. Finally, his guilt overcame him a little, and he hawed the dogs onto the shore, right at Main Street.With all the snow, the streets were getting covered, and it was no real problem to run right up the street. Fortunately, there were only two stop lights to deal with, and both of them were green, so he didn't have to go to the hassle of stopping and starting the dogs. "Just Gee, Just Gee," he told the leaders. He wasn't sure that Ringo knew the command for an easy right turn, but Cumulus nudged. I dove in with gusto and brought her to orgasm. My face was covered with the juices that had leaked. I grabbed the rubber and moved up next to her. She kissed me.“Top or Bottom?” I asked.“Both. I want you to do it without the rubber first. Then I’ll put the rubber on you and be on top.”“OK. Same as last time?”“Think you can handle 2 minutes? Even if I move and stuff?”I had already cum once, and had decent stamina, so I figured I could. “Yes.”“What are you waiting for?”Good question! What WAS I.