Is just, I was a virgin, I gave it to you and I don't even remember it." She said."What are you saying Lisa?" I.. You've already had sex with me but I... don't remember a thing, I want you to make love to me when I can remember it." She said."Uh, when?" Replied Carl."Now? Mom is taking Dad out to lunch to try and calm him down a little, she knows I want to do this." Okay."Carl got up and closed his door as Lisa undressed, he undressed and laid with her on the bed and held her, kissing her softly. I felt poorly in the morning. But I wrote about Sisi in my journal and I took a brief walk in the park. It was cold and crisp. There was boiled fowl with carrots and dumplings for lunch. I remarked to Josef as to its aptness on a chilly day.In the afternoon I tried reading a bit in English. Some new stories by Conan Doyle – The Return of Sherlock Holmes – which had arrived from London a month or two ago. But I only got a few sentences in before I dozed off.It was in the spring of the year 1894. "You thought youcould deny me all your sensual delights but now their mine!Revenge is a dish best served cold, and now the hat is onthe other foot, my foolish princess."Mystrellia feared she may lose her consciousness andsuccumb to fainting again, but drew strength from an inneramber of fiery strength. She would not go gently to thisbrute, even though she was clearly caught on the horns ofher own petard and was certainly doomed to, in the body ofa woman, have her heart stop and cease to breathe. She pushed a finger inside her own opening. Her pink pussy lips folded in a little as she curled her upper body to reach further inside herself. I liked watching her. "Do you like penetration?" Paula asked me, with an evil grin in her eyes."Yes, but I mostly stay out here, just stroking my little clit…” I said.Suddenly a wave of pleasure coursed through me and I sighed heavily, my legs reacting a bit. I rubbed faster, bringing myself close to the edge, then backing away with slow strokes around.