Richard could feel the sweat trickling down his back. Suddenly the moustached man buried his face in Richard’s neck and moaned as he banged his hips... one last time again Richard’s crotch. Seconds later the pub man mumbled an apology and walked briskly down the street without turning around. Richard had won the cockfight but his cock had not yet shot its load. The signs of the struggle were that his underpants were quite wet and. Following my nose, I discovered a fully decked table on the balcony. Unpacking our bags could wait until later. First, I seated my children and Ilse, so we could eat our lunch while we enjoyed the panoramic view. Sitting on the balcony on the tenth floor of a five-star hotel with nothing but clear blue skies above you was amazing. There was a soft ocean breeze, so we could smell the salt in the air. The panoramic view allowed us to see for kilometers in the distance. We faced the beach and. The only way to salvage this venture is if this turns out to have notes by someone famous, like songs Elvis never got around to recording, or an unpublished story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.When you finally get home, you pop open the notebook to see if there's anything worthwhile written in it, and find several things written in entry form. It seems this was a diary for someone once upon a time. You begin reading the entries on the crisp white pages, hoping to find something interesting.XY34!! I. I saw her, she said she came to finish some work, as it was almost afternoon, i decided to take her for lunch, it was a very private place, after some talk, I could not hold up, I told her, I saw her masturbating but clearly sad, I soothed her, not to worry, I am not judging her, her face turned so pale, she seems she has lost it, I took her hand gently and prodded her to tell me the problem, she began to open up, and told her boy friend broke up with her, I felt really bad, I asked for the.