She was a little red from the sun and had a small triangle where her thong had been and I could see that she had shaved her pubes into a straight line..., pointing towards her clitoris, like an arrow. I didn’t know where to look, I had never felt this embarrassed before but Mel seemed to take it in her stride and said ‘Can you get the sand off my back please’ Turning around I was once again treated to that wonderful sight of her little bottom. I soaped her all over he back and I could not explain. I had a new road map and kept my pack with me.The bus stopped many times to drop off passengers or to pick them up. This was not an express bus and went through all the towns on the way to pick up passengers.My mind worked back forty years dredging up all I knew of Vockner and the area around it. I was not sure of the roads but fairly sure certain things had not changed much from now to 1969 when I had been there. My mind was getting adept at leaping back forty years to a time ten years in my. The unlucky man dropped like a stone from the combined onslaught of the AR-15 and the AK-47. He was dead long before he hit the rocky floor.Tony didn't even notice the man fall. He opened fire, forcing his attackers to drop down behind the sandbags. He kept his finger on the M-16's trigger and sprayed the sandbags. Sand and burlap flew, as gunfire echoed through the chamber. "Die, bitches!" Tony screamed maniacally as brass casings streamed from the automatic rifle. Tony couldn't help but feel. Her cunt is constantly driving her behaviour.Jenny's latest entry is all about a trip to the Lake District in England to visit the Experimental Breeding Farm, and have sex with Sam, Amy, Lucy, Scarlet and the lovely young colt with the 42 cm cock she saw on Facetime.Farm VisitJenny couldn’t wait to visit the Lake District farm; Sam calmed down her impatience with weekly video chats in the nude and a regular supply of emailed photographs. Jenny printed these off and stuck them into the journal.