It didn't take long before he lost his load in the silken cocoon with a small moan.He eventually slid off his cum soaked panties and used them to clea...n his shaft off. He slipped under the sheet still his bra, garter belt, and nylons, and before falling asleep Lance recalled the events of last week.He had gone to the lingerie store to purchase a few items for himself, as borrowing his sister's clothing was becoming too risky. He didn't dare go to the brand new mall, too many of girls from school. That any one would jump her full-figured bones in a heartbeat was quite apparent--sometimes too apparent--and more often than not, she dealt with more than one as they grew courage in numbers--the truckers and the boys.Lately, the boys were worse than the truckers. The more there were without their father around, the bolder they were, and being alone with all four was horrific, an ordeal almost as bad as Darlene's Sunday ordeal that Martha suffered through with a slobbery cunt between her long,. . No! You’re one of my moms, so, Mo-ommmm.”There was much chuckling.After a subdued departure, I caught up on this diary and the three of us worked on homework. I also finally realized – and I do not know why it has taken me so long – that this diary has become more than even the expanded version of it once I decided – admittedly, after the fact – on the change in focus. I will have to cogitate on whether I continue in this vein into which I’ve stumbled or pull back on detail that does not. “Granted, those are all important topics, worthy of serious discussion. And San Finzione would be happy to host a real conference on any one of them. But no. When they call an auction, we get the notice so we can cook up something like STRANGERS; to give us all an excuse to be in the same city. They give it a name that’s sure to draw crowds of protesters; someone went overboard this time. Some of the delegates DO think it’s a real conference, so maybe a dialogue or two might happen, hopefully..