Before she knew it I was completely inside her. As I begin pulling out, she stops me and wraps her legs around me, and says "no I want to feel you in...side me just a little longer." I stay there inside her kissing her, our bodies interlocked, for what seems like forever and finally she starts to buck her hips while moaning. I smile and kiss her; we start pumping, thrusting, and squeezing. Hours losing track of time, making inhuman sounds, screaming, and fucking. We have no idea what time of. I decided to take some smallsnippets from out of my mission journal that refer to what I've beenthrough. Maybe that way you'll be able to come to understand it,gradually, the same way I did. I can't think of any other way to explain.Love, SamJan. 11, 2000Here begins the mission journal of Samuel French. I'm a 19-year oldcollege freshman - well, I'm taking a semester off for this. I'm about togo on a missionary trip into Brazil! I never really expected it, butabout four months ago, a. I recently redecorated it and just finished putting the last touches on it the night before. He asked if he could use the bathroom and I said yes and offered to show him around the place when he was done. I showed him the living room/dining room area, my kitchen, he already saw the bathroom, the kitchen, the office room I had and the spare room. I saved my bedroom for last. I opened the door to my bedroom and put the light on to show him. He took me in his arms and asked me if I felt better now. The cheerleaders all wanted 8 by 10 glossies of them in their uniforms. A couple of the older girls even wanted some racy shots for their boyfriend's birthday presents. I had to be very discrete to make sure none of them could be considered pornography in spite of how the girls wanted to pose. They did, however, give me erections as they assumed their sexy poses.I did a few portraits of newly engaged couples for the newspaper. It warmed my heart to see the love in their eyes as they posed for.