You nodded. I could see disappointment in Lynn’s eyes as you both dressed. I closed my eyes and fought myself, but I finally looked at you. “Rick,... can I buy Lynn’s dress? I would like to have something to remember her by.” Again the hesitation. Finally a nod. I counted out and handed you three hundred pounds. Lynn removed her dress and handed it to me. I neatly hung it up on a hanger and looked at her again. She watched my eyes caress her, and I could almost feel her legs spread due to my. I like getting felt up. Some of the girls at school talk about that so much, you’d think they do it all the time! My best friend Shelly says she’s been felt up twice. Boy oh boy, dear Diary, if she only knew! It took about ten minutes, and of course, dear Diary, in my imagination I started making up things, like watching Daddy pee into one of those ceramic urinals that are in men’s bathrooms. Yeah, I’ve been there in school. Me and Shelly went in once when we had a hall pass while. When the captain came up and reprimanded the hell out of us it ruined it, "What the hell are you laughing about? Where the hell were all of you and what did you do to destroy my BTR 80?"I was pissed but still managed to stammer, "Sir ... Sir ... Sir we were fighting the Chechens who had breached the church."The captain confounded us when he arrogantly demanded, "And who gave you the orders to do that?"Because of his tone, I became defensive and replied, "Sir, you were busy and it seemed like. Her pussy poured out more juices and orgasmed with some sweet convulsions. Melanie took out her fingers passing over the still pulsating clitoris then climbing the big hill of her pregnant belly and between the big breasts they reached her mouth. The girl licked her own fingers tasting the juices from her pussy. She was tasting good, definitely good! Her husband was one really lucky son of a bitch every time he went down on her to eat her pussy. And she was happy from the fact that he was doing.