I pulled my shirt and bra off over my head, totally bare ass naked in my brothers bed now."You can touch them."i said as i squoze my tits together for... him. He leaned in, forgetting where his cock was for a split second, to touch my nipple and as he did the tip of his cock entered me. He froze, I froze, i think both of us were waiting for the other to stop them. After a few seconds he he leaned farther, entering me deeper. When i didn't voice a complaint he made one final, rough hard thrust to. She wore work boots and white socks on her feet, not the typical outfit for a dancer. A brown leather belt encircled her hips. She swayed her body at the end of the stage, moving her hips to the low thump of the bass. Every move was accentuated. At each pole, she did a quick spin, making brief eye contact with the customers sitting at the rail. When she finally reached the end of stage, her eyes scanned out into the crowd. It was only then did I realize I was watching at my own sensual wife on. No, it was the hair. Hacked, spiky, coloured - but she hadn't hidden that it was healthy and clean. That head had not been on the floor of too many squats."Um... Hi. Thanks" she proffered, facing me. I smiled to myself as I picked up speed and slipped into a gap in the middle lane. Definitely Cheltenham not Dagenham."So. Going far? I'm Dan, by the way." Oh, yeah. Emily. Emily Bradshaw. I'm just aaah... going North. I need to get to... " her voice went blank."Nottingham?" I suggested."Oh, yes,. We agreed we'd keep our diary going. "You know, Ed." Sam said, "we should also write up some of the things we know are going to be happening in the future. We don't want our kids to be involved in the Civil War. We can prevent that ourselves. There are a million other things we should warn our family about that are going to be happening in the next 160 years."We talked that over for a while and decided we'd start a personal diary that was just for our families and close friends.Wednesday, May.