"I don't know,he's a grown up, he has to make his own choices. I love Melissa to bits,but I've got my life too, why do you ask?" Oh I think I'd miss y...ou," she said before adding, "You could have a lifehere you know," she said looking over at me, silence descended for theremainder of the journey.Dinner was ready as I heard George drive up and the engine stop, the dooropened and he stepped inside. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"Opps the cat was out the bag I thought, "Do you not think. And rebellion in the streets! I was an easily distracted youth and took to all of them with a verve. It's a pity I can't hold my liquor, can't sing a note, and have terrible luck with women. Still, I was a dab hand at organizing a revolution, and when we got going good, I became a fair soldier and a better blacksmith."Something about the way he said it struck Kennedy as odd. "Just how many times have you been a Watcher?"His eyes met hers. "Do you really want to know, Lady Kennedy?" Yes, Mr.. “Can I suck them?” He asked and she moved in front of him to,let him feast on her magnificent mammaries as I peeled her panties off then began to strip off my clothes. Sarah was still sleeping slightly bentnforward over the settee As Rex continued to suckle on her nipples and I fingered her juicy snatch from behind occasionally running my cocks, head over her fleshy lips. Suddenly my wife sank to her knees, unzipped Rex and released his big cock which was rather long and fairly thick, precum. Nevertheless I started a diary a while ago to get in contact with myinner feelings and to see what I am now and where I came from. But thatare mere notes. What should I say, I am a techie, a head-person - maybeeven creative, but not with words and feelings. I am good in computingand tech stuff, but Louise is more in balance with words. So when sheproposed, I should publish my diary instead, I plainly refused. But thensomething happened and I have to share it with someone ... anyone. Notthat I.