. oh,God, I have a lot to take care of when I get back. Time to pay the pricefor my miracle, I guess.Feb. 5, 2001Myonnen is weaned. My mission - my ...real mission - is over. MyCalling. Did God even care about the schoolhouse, or was this all aboutMyonnen? She'd be more than worth it. Worth more than gold, thatgirl. I'll leave the next time a boat comes. I can't help but hope itnever will.Feb. 13,2001I'm writing this from the boat going downriver. I am going home, except Ifeel more like. . what? To be a slut. To do unspeakable things with strangers. To abandon everything about who she was. She was a person of a certain age and position in life and she would no more ... with a man she didn't know than she would rob a bank.But then there was the dress she had bought. Why? What use would she ever have for such a dress? To be buried in and give them one last surprise, she thought bitterly. Or first surprise, rather.She had a sudden urge to try it on, even though she had seen it on. I can't help but notice that everytime i look over in your direction you too are looking in my direction i'm sure i noticed a smile before you turning back to talk to your friends.I find i can't stop looking at you noticing every detail of you from the obvious outline of suspenders showing as you lean over the table to pick up your drink through the tightly tailered skirt,to the ample swelling of your breasts thrusting against your tight blouse,without relising it i was now fully erect my cock. “Well, what have we here?” She kneeled next to the bed and sucked her third dick in two hours. I was feeling much better and suggested that she climb up on the bed for some fucking. Tiffany had to get out of that. Her pussy was dripping with two guys come and her natural sex lubricants. “ I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.” She purred. Well, of course, I didn't complain as she began to deep throat me and squeeze my full balls. After I unloaded in her throat she told me what a.