I pick up her diary from her dressing table. Just found something interesting in here that the police will be interested in…. She gasps and turns re...d. There had been an unpleasant crime in the town recently and the perpetrators hadn’t been caught. Well now I knew who’d done it.It wasn’t me, Hannah sobbed, it was my boyfriend.That’s not what it looks like in the diary though, I say.My dick is still in my hand and I continue to insolently masturbate while she considers her predicament. She starts. Nahi ma bade kar duga baad ma vha sa koi guzzara to hum dono alag ho gaya phir hum ghumna lga thori dar baad mana ussa vha par chord diya kha sa pick kiya tha phir 30 min ka baat ussa missed call aaya ma call kiya baat karna lga phir baat karta karta usna aapna bara ma sab kuch bta diya par sex related kuch nahi btaya phir baat karta karta usna pucha ki agar ma aapko age raat ko bulaogi to aap aaoga mna bola jarur aap bulao hum na aaya aasa kbhi nahi hoga phir mana pucha ki kisi liya to usna. Sakura was a fragileblossom, I was almost afraid to stare too intently, worried she mightshatter under the weight of my gaze. No, I needed someone stronger, someonelike Isabella.Standing proudly in the middle of the room, Isabella virtually dared you totame her. A dark haired Italian with face of a Botticelli and body of atigress. She was at least half a foot taller than me, with soft supple skinonly just concealing the taut muscles underneath like snakes hiding undersilk sheets. A perfect. Getting down on her hands and knees while the brute thundered into her dog style would make her feel like a bitch in heat, groveling under the animal, sinking into the realm of utter degradation. But screwing with him face to face would be thrilling too. She would be able to look up at him, to see him pant and slobber in his bestial enthusiasm as he poured the prick to her in -- she grinned at the concept -- in the standard missionary position!It didn't really matter. Tracy knew that she would.