I mused that my new poverty, living in this block of bed-sits with a shared bathroom on only a waitress's salary, would takesome getting used to. Was ...this permanent? If so, I would be much moreambitious than the old Jenny, I decided.Back in my room, I felt a little hungry. There was a kitchen-cornerwith a kettle and a little hotplate-grill. There was no fridge, but I'dnoticed a carton of milk on the outside window-sill earlier so Ifetched it in and got myself a bowl of cornflakes. I put the. He made such a production out of the whole thing I decided my diving career was over. After all, if he was scared to dive and thought doing it was really dumb, then perhaps ... just perhaps dad was correct and diving into the pool from the antenna was not a good idea ... or very bright either.The tower is gone and the pool is gone. In my head, the distance from the ground to where I jumped off the tower was impossible to measure it was so high. Now days when I recall the dives I swear I had to. I'm in such a rush, I neglect toopen the drapes or turn on a light. I just flop down on my stomach, andcrawl half-way under her bed. I rummage around in the dark--flipping alid off a box, opening up a plastic storage container, peeking behindcrates.As I journey deeper into this underworld, I realize it's too dark tosee. I decide to turn on a light, but I'm unable to turn around in thecramped quarters. My wiggling causes a few boxes to fall on me. Ican't turn around, but no problem, I'll. "I promise I'll suck you so good that you will flood my face with your cum and I'll eagerly swallow it all. Please Mistress, let me suck you off." Barbara smiled at her as she pulled the pink pleaser vibrator from her bag, turned it on low and held it to her clit."OH fuck, this feels good," Barbara sighed. Dianka's pussy spasmed as she thought of the older woman using that on her and fucking her with it."Please Mistress," she cried. "Please let me suck your cunt as you play with yourself.".