Forget it, it's meaningless to remember, I'm not writing a diary."Sitting in front of the computer desk, Lu Sheng stared at the screen with a complex ...expression, tapping his fingers on the keyboard , but always press and hold the backspace key after typing a few lines.A special document in an encrypted format was opened on a newly purchased laptop, and it is currently being written. The file name is yellow duck, which means little yellow duck, which is unique to programmers or certain word. She knew she was close.Her left hand was on the wall, supporting her as she ducked her head, leaned forward and neared her climax. "Oh Gene, Gene, Gene," the girl sobbed just as the glass shower door opened and her naked brother stepped in beside her, his huge cock hanging limply and a grin on his handsome face.Susie squealed and threw the soap at him. "What are you doing?" she demanded as her brother smiled at her and took in all of her slim teen-aged body. He was two years older and nearly. Fortunately for him she never had an inkling of his liaisons with Irene. Because if Beryl had known then surely what eventually transpired never would’ve occurred. In real life, that was. Certainly in the letters sections of men’s magazines. Still, though, even the densest frat brother knew those stories were churned out in formulaic and assembly-line fashion. Cuniff decided late on that fate, love and trust had coincided. Beryl wasn’t using the occasion to discomfort nor intimidate him.. There were a few mags s**ttered about and F was turning the pages of one on the desk with one hand while wanking with the other. M said that his pants were round his ankles and that she could only see his arse not any of his cock, but she could see his right hand wanking like mad.What turns me on about this is that M stayed and watched. She knows that she she should have coughed, or made a noise so that F would stop, but she wanted to see what was going on, she said to me that she wanted to see.