Chapter Six

DIARY OF PHILIP MANSFIELD

DIARY SYLVIA

Pope behaves very strangely. Maybe its because he lacks a mother, but I do not think so. He never mentions it, and only once, some sadly asked, Im going to Liverpool at Christmas. Heres another problem! I do not think he really liked my aunt, and I love them. Perhaps this is not necessary. They sometimes behave very badly with me, especially in bed, but I have grown enough to mischief. So says Aunt Muriel. She said that most of these ladies, but do not always show it in public. Do not you know thats the charm, so she says. They rub their tricks on me, and it is very nice. Maybe I do not need this record. And besides, I think that my mother always behaved well. Rose told me very bad, terrible. She said that when she was packing napkin father on his knees, then felt his thing and it was very hard! I told her that he kissed me in the closet and that I too felt it. Besides, it could be just a big key. Aunt Jane asked him if he touched me in the dark for the priest. I said: Of course not! but accuracy can not remember. It was all so fast. I had nothing against that, he kissed me. Once I was sitting on his lap, but he is more likely, do not like. Last night I put on black stockings. I still new panto-lonchiki, pink. Aunt Jane said something rude about my pony. It has never occurred to him to look there. But it is, nevertheless, a very large, and sometimes begins to shine. Its nature and do not worry, they say. Saddle rubbing me between the legs, and this sometimes becomes hot. Aunt Muriel says that it is useful to me and that I should at this time to move the booty to and fro, as if it does there language. We Rosa yesterday they were in bed. I heard her moaning, Im glad shes as bad as I do. Now I do not feel ashamed.

DIARY OF PHILIP

There is no salvation for me in his own home. Perhaps it never was: perhaps, I own a prisoner. I was persecuted, set traps, I do not know where to go and spend a lot of time on the couch in his office, in despair, until around resounded laughter and jokes that make me feel even more sad than ever. My writing was interrupted. Even own Nye manuscript seem more wooden than might appear at one time. I can not read it with his fading eyes, but for some reason, about the horror begin to read the eyes Muriel and Jane, who encouraged me to write things that I can not write. Females have a body, dear, and lips. Show them like to eat, not like the mannequins in clothing stores. I curse myself for being with them to the debate on this subject, but not always possible to remain silent. They can razgovo-rit, compelling answer questions that at first seem innocent-tion, but then turn into a completely different way. Can you describe the womans lips? asked Jane. At first I did not answer her, but again the question said that, of course, I can. Such a writer craft. Really? Then describe my ... or Muriel ... or even the lips Sylvia. Passionate, gentle, warm, and there are honey-soaked with moisture. You see I do not have the art of speech, which you have to brag, but I can say what you can not write. With regard to the hips ... Enough, please! I will not write immorality, corre-Til I so calmly as I could. The hour was late. She was wearing a negligee. Through its folds, or through the fog of his crease, if shed rather be liked, I considered that there were only stockings and a shirt. At every movement of her feet I. Could see what a gentleman should not see: this sinful darkness between her thighs. Abdomen is also quite visible. Yes, the veil for you, Philip. For some women it is nothing but men do not. Speaking thus, she went around me and stood behind him, because I managed to jump off the couch and move to the easy chair. Now, something fell on my face and obvilos around the neck and almost strangled. It was a belt of silk peignoir. I began to vigorously resist and beg her to stop these silly games. But I had still not been able to catch it a belt with your fingers. For Gods sake, I can hardly breathe, I gasped. Through the curved back of a chair, she said, putting my knee into his back. It also came Muriel, and shut the door, rushed to me. It was also a dressing gown, and under it - just stockings and suspenders buttoned boots that reached to the knees. Her appearance was so spiteful, that my eyes widened. I again tried to break the rope. Knee pain Jane pressed in the back, and in his hand, Muriel came a long string. In a moment I was their prisoner, because Muriel, quickly bend down and tied my legs to the chair. About perfidy, of malicious-ness! She knew only too well that I can not hit a woman or foot or hand, hit the way I wanted them to. I just longed in vain, unable to act as badly as they did. With one hand, Jane even more squeezed zone, and the other suddenly grabbed me by the hair. No, no, I will not write about it ... Shameful, terrible thing. Let the sky fall on their heads for this deceit and malice. I was left lying there, weak, stunned by the treacherous act exceeding rativshim me contemptible and obedient ball. Even now, when the memory of it, my hands are shaking.

DIARY OF JANE

What a darling penis Philippe! Dear poor idiot, he tried to conceal his pleasure, but it has not happened, and he burst into snot like a boy, until Muriel pumped his tanks and sucked his cum its bad crack. If she had not so exhausted, I would have taken their share. However, the chair caused a roar. I was afraid that Sylvia wakes up. In addition, in the office of Philip awful creaking floor. We should not do it there. As he shook his head wildly (or at least trying to!), When Muriel dropped robe and undid the buttons of his pants, pulling his gun, until it is roused, as it should, before the game, but the knob does not zabagrovel not become so shiny and wet, like a greedy woman. Pale blue veins proudly vspuchilis at its base. And now, my love ... said Muriel. His legs were drawn together, so that she could sit on him for almost a horse, making her titechki waved directly at his nose, when she launched her hand down, to bring a gun in the right position at the lip roll under her bush. God, as he gasped, hissed and twitched all the time! Slowly, she squeezed his balls a little muffled, but because-looking more and more appetizing. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Philip, said Muriel, as if he himself longed to continue. With what mind she sometimes starts a conversation such tender, soft touch ... This is because she had first seduced Uncle Reggie, and then led me to his bed. No! Philip managed to groan when the last pink lips Muriel passed without the rest of his knob, her eyes a-wings, and legs trembled from this ineffably shkodnogo contact. Oh, how nice! she murmured. I lowered the leash Philip and put her hands on his shoulders, then leaned over and kissed his sister on the lips. Our languages have become. Her hands clasped him, and, thus, tied Philip. My God, my God! moaned a fool, which led to Paradise! Fuck me well, Philip, because you so want, gasped Muriel. Her hips slowly rose and fell. I saw his cock proklyunulsya, and then again disappeared in close crevice of her apron, while he completely turned his face away. Do not hold him any more, Jane. Ill shake it. Ill make him finish, she said. Her voice grew stronger. She intends to milk it hard, and did it. However, he was so unhappy and so excited (although Im sure it will be until the end to deny it) that obtruhalsya faster than she needed. The expression on his face and on her cheeks compressed, I realized that the flow of his semen attacked too early. We must teach it, Jane, she remained sitting on it, tugging at his full ass on his lap while he moaned like a lost child. Finally, it slid out from there, limp and wet, rassopliviv-sheesya as Reggie would say uncle. Now you fall asleep better, I said to Philip, not the mark as I untied his legs. He looked like a dummy or puppet with cut strings. Animals ... Wild, dirty animals, he mumbled, when we you-go. Muriel says that he still pays for that remark. I can not blame her. You have to like him, he will guide the path of true sensuality!

DIARY Deirdre

Now I lock my bedroom, when I leave. Richard should not be taken away again and hide there. I intend to at least get rid of this perversion, whatever cuckoo Evelyn. However, how rich event was Friday! I do not know everything that had happened in reality, and that in itself is exciting. I imagined Claudie broken and tough young lady, but instead found its low, graceful and quiet, some Opa-earthquake, and truth, read in her eyes. Beautiful blue dress with white divorce, as well as broad-brimmed hat, long white cotton gloves to the elbow, she left wearing, because it was evening, and it made it just charming. With regard to forms, it is beautifully molded by nature, especially the lower part, highlighted by long, slender legs. She had an aquiline nose, long eyelashes, thin upper lip and complete, requiring a kiss, the lower one. All we had five: two married couples and me. Claudias husband, his name is Evan, a brisk, medium height and not bad-looking guy. However I felt that he was not the man wholl be buying a horse without making sure that all of its hoof and true to her own. This is my love. It all breathe a sweet consent, is not it? he asked her at the end of tirades and kissed her cheek and she blushed all of what this little liberty noticed by others. Please, Evan, do not say so. I do not know what youre talking, and our friends also do not know. We are only half an hour, said Claude, who looked like a hunted dove, tumor-stivshiysya to the branch, which may not sustain its weight. We talked about love, dear, said Evelyn, just prior to your arrival. I vowed to Deirdre that tonight she would see her bloom. Come for fun, of course, draw up a little persuasion, we all at least kiss you before you leave. Here, suddenly there was silence. All eyes turned to Claude, who did not know where to do with their hands in white gloves, blushing so that lit up the room like the lamps. It Prithvi-rilas that she heard nothing, and looked around, as if only now realized anywhere. Well, you tell us, dear? in mock seriousness in whole asked Evan. Who would be your first kiss? Can I kiss you Evelyn? And you, too? Or you embraced him Maurice, who so longed to touch you all these months? Claudia just frozen in amazement, looked at her husband, as if it was all unreal and everything is really happening in a dream. This is Evelyn suggested that the first kiss I Claudy. And so we will continue, each in turn, she said, while Claudia slowly sank into his chair and clenched her arm. She really lost her power of speech, why am I, to my surprise, felt a strong impatience instead of the care, which had expected. In the end, it was not a girl and not a minor. The room was silence. All eyes were on me, except Claudia, who buried her somewhere in the floor. I really want to kiss her. I would add: if she wants, but for some reason did not. She loves when her mouth a foreign language, said Evan, in that Claude seems to have awakened from their sleep and screamed that she did not like. This cry was so stupid. Young woman more experienced ska-room would say that it all like it, but no more, and more, it does not allow. However, we can not look for the answers to others ... Evan, Im going alone, in despair, said Claudia, and raised-las, which she, in my opinion, do not follow because Maurice immediately came up behind her, grabbed her waist and pressed both her hands on the sides, noticing me, that can begin. In the middle there was a cry Evelyn said quietly: Wait, let me unbutton her dress, which was done, followed by a heart-rending howl Claudia: dress shoved up to the waist, she really should have put some nasty things. Dear convexity immediately appeared from his shirt, revealing little and brown papillae. God! My God Save me! Save me, screaming Claude, while Evelyn, completely forgetting that I was elected the first to clone his warm lips to these sensitive points, which are under the direction of the lips and tongue soon gained urgency, while Claudia mewed and tried to escape from the harsh grip of Maurice. Oh, if I possessed the art of the writer, to describe in detail what happened next. I admit that attacked the young womans mouth, like a savage. I could not help himself. Alas, how often I admit this. Not listening to my mouth muffled sobs and protests, I embraced the elastic chest, while Evelyn sat down next to us both and pulled down her trousers. Now, my dear, you will be ours, I muttered in a soft and warm mouth. Play with Deirdre. It will soon be ready for the rooster, said Evelyn, and lifting her dress, found only in a corset and stockings. Then I took up clutch Claudia, exploring sweet stickiness between her thighs. Her knees were trembling, but Morris kept tightly. The corner of my eye I saw Evan takes off his boots and pants, and Evelyn plays him as a boy, while he stroked her daring naked buttocks. The two clashed in a loving embrace of the type which Claudie had to support even stronger, because when he saw them, she began to sob more frequently, although these appeared sobbing and new, another note that it was impossible not to know. So Claudia involuntarily began to reach orgasm. I stubbornly varnish it, feeling the salty spray, and Maurice turned her chin and stared at his lips. Oh, what followed the orgy! Groaning in despair, Claudia was later captured in his arms, thrown, classified, I do not know how to say, on the couch, where, lying back up, got a burning, throbbing proboscis Maurice Intermedia buttocks. He had a good moment in pro-talkivat his bulging rod of a cramped, unhappy with the hole. She cried, pleaded, even grabbed my hand, but, finally, the count made his way wherever he wanted, and the balls hung down, touching her buttocks. No, no, no, NO! all the time she sobbed, while Evan settling-lyval Evelyn on the floor so that brimstone couple could well see a bustling Claudia. Was it revenge on his part? Was this true? Or is it just a first-rate actress? I confess that never saw her tears. She succumbed after a few jerks courageous and ceased resistance, even though her hip and did not move to help the penetration of a tight, plump, little ass. When he finished and walked away, she slid down on his stomach, hiding her face and did not respond to questions, lying, as if suddenly fell asleep in a strange house. Meanwhile, two men lay on the floor parted. Poor Deirdre, but you remain insatiably; men, however, soon recovered, said Evelyn, resting on everyones mind with her legs open insolence. In fact, I wanted all of them disappeared, and Maurice, and Evan, too, and talk to Claude. So I wanted to know the truth: I raped her, or I was a spectator of the play. Perhaps if I stayed, I would have learned. With a feeling that I once used, I just smiled, shook her head and went into the hall to pick up their hat and gloves. I noticed that I will not be called. Thus, I was still curious. Tonight I need, you need a male. Oh, God, do not be admitted to the temptation! Chapter Seven

DIARY Daisy PARTRIDGE

We finally settled. What a beautiful and cozy, our nova house! I really like the spiral staircase. I finally have their own room t! It promised my mother when we moved house today, she sent a card to our nearest neighbor; They have a daughter about my age. Dad says that he saw her with a donkey cart. I think he meant the pony! Dad always so absent-minded and all confusing. Uncle Arnold kissing me right now that my mother did not. I know that he also kissed her. He says Im too grown for his age. I do not know, Thu means. I told him that our governess, she said, that should not talk about such things. Last night, Jack has written her a note and slipped under the door. She was very rude: You have a very good, great ass. He tried to change the script, but he still recognized him and slapped Jack lowered his pants. I could see everything. His stuff was great and stuck with him because of, his shirt. I even saw that she keeps her! So my brother and I have to think he was hurt. His butt was all red . Pope: it is often said that he and I vyporet when Im bad. I pray that this was not. I wonder what this looks like the girl he saw?

DIARY Sir Roger PARTRIDGE

He met with Mansfield. It seems to me terribly reticent guy. There was a sense that he did not want to come, though his sister is very funny pair. I decided to show Muriel greenhouse. She admired my wilted orchids. What is it strange, feminine figure ... She tripped on a broken boy, self-dovnika pot left on the floor, that made her charming blow Perseus on my stomach. I must say that they are very strong as well as her ass, which I grabbed by accident when she fell. I totally did not notice that she wore trousers. She blushed and hid her face in my neck, and I mumbled my deepest apologies, but dear creature, it seemed, did not object to my unexpected embrace.

I agreed with her in a purely private basis to go as something to hunt: hare errands or something of that sort Poor animals ... and if we can imagine this hunt? modestly she asked. I must say that I agreed, because it will save us from the pursuit of fatigue. Between Daisy and Sylvia is an unusual similarity in height, hair color and throughout the article. From the back they look like twins. Still, I did not tell them this, because young girls always want to be different from others. However, I shared my observations with Muriel and Jane. They fully agreed. How happy is he who finds herself so close to possessing women!

DIARY Muriel

Delightful trip with Roger! He has a genuine pre-Dignity: not climb headfirst under any skirt, which he remarked. At his suggestion, we secretly met halfway, and then rode in his section of the forest, where, according to him, nobody will disturb us, because he sent all his foresters. After a refreshing gallop, we camped in a clearing, where the sun had spread a lawn. It was spring-charming, warm and from the moss, and on the grass. And I asked him whether he wished to speculate on the state of the nation or philosophy. On the philosophy of bias, he said, and when we went, romantically embraced my head with my hand with caution istogo gentleman looking under my skirt a couple inches taller knees, while I absolutely did not hinder him. Roger, obviously well-read, because a lot of reasoned poklevyvaya my lips, read about their love affairs, even giving quotes that have profoundly affected me while my fingers explored under-knit and hips slowly, but that infectious way that is rarely meet now greedy men: they are too soon, desire to run a poker. For example, he talked to me about Brantome, who wrote The Secret Life Dame, where he said a lot of stories about the affairs of bygone characters, such as, for example, those ladies who rubbed slit on the slit, causing a true soap foam. I did not know about it, I smiled, but just touched the tongue between his lips, to show that only a tease. There were other such lovers, he went on to tell of Brantome, who fucked the ladies doubles, and sometimes his wife and mistress in the same bed together, and they were also gentlemen who trample their daughters before they get married. Wow! And befitting a gentleman to do so? I asked. Unable to judge, there was a response to the echo issue. By this time his hand reached my incision, with whom he played very softly, looking for my point and forcing it to zazvenet so hard that I knocked, and his eyes begged him to get down to business. I must have had there not one good count, he said, obviously wanting me to answer even more passionate expressions, but I could not. Woman knows a man better, the more he will say at first. And he asked me, in how many people came down chimneys? Recently? In one or two - he smiled and pretended to be yawning right in my open mouth, with a force pushing my feet just the way I wanted him to, because such a movement strongly excites me, recalling the antics of the past. So-so, then you do not overtrained, I replied as we exchanged tongues. I raised my knees. He discovered me, and tucked her dress around her waist, leaving my ass naked on the grass. With you I can find it. Perhaps even with Jane, and ... With Sylvia? His penis finally ran out. I touched his hard leg, caressing the throbbing rod upward and downward. Her name even more race-shined him: as I uttered it, he crawled between my legs and rubbed his fur the hill on my hill. It is not trampled? he asked. Not yet. And Daisy? What a sweet in her legs, what wonderful Titi. Do you not even tried to raise her nipples? Oh, Roger, put it in now I can finally! Wait, wait, a woman, he said. I love this authoritativeness. These are all women who are not dead to the delight of strange shapes. His inflated lump found a passage in my hive. She parted her lips open and slid inside, and then stood still, despite my desperate attempts. I grabbed his wrists, brought them to his head, and he leaned over the top: all of the outer restraint disappeared. I knew that it was his trick. Women are also sometimes able to do so, when not yet decided whether to show their desire. Fuck me and get both, I said. And you, and Jane, and more Sylvia? His count went inside for another inch. I eagerly pressed to meet. No one ever had my way. His voice was quiet, like my own. - I want more of your cock, Roger. No, not Sylvia. But Daisy, yes, Daisy. How sweet to hear that she is beating beneath you, you just have to promise that you are her ... OOOH! These words have had such effect that he was in me for the most balls, while still holding the wrist and crushing, nailing me so that we lay down cheek to cheek, both breathing heavily. Move over more legs, woman. Raise them! No, I will not, I said, like a little girl, turning away, take away as if he has his own lips. His tongue entered my ear. I closed my eyes and murmured that it was all bad, bad, bad. His count hid in me slowly and pleasantly. What wonderful, muted, liquid sounds he published! He squeezed my waist and rolled with me on his back, pinned so deeply that I pierced it myself. Then firmly slapped on the rump and sighed: Now put your ass, woman, and quickly!. CSO-oh! Beast! I laughed, gave her hips up and down and began to go round him, sitting straight and swaying like a horse: I believe that in this way is as deep as possible. I felt myself pierced, departed, satisfied. My groans gave me, because he rolled up again and again prigvozil my whole body. Open your legs wider more! he groaned with all the passion, pressing her lips. Stop ... Stop at me! I managed to say. Grass tickling my ass, and the world around has disappeared. Wait, wait, a woman, he growled, and distance-she squirmed her pestle. I have not felt so defeated since then, as I was the same age as Sylvia, and enjoyed each se-kunda his wild thrusts. Yes, sir, but go on, please, sir, do it again, I screamed like a girl, feeling that this show gives him pleasure, while it holds in its hands the fate of my hot orgasm. He really went on. Youre a very bad girl, he gasped, but still did not obey my orders, many times beating on me before the finish and let the thick, hot jets of my sandwiched them womb, until we finally lay writhing in the slush of dual pleasure. Can you get up, he said, to my slight surprise, because, although it was said very politely, yet heard imperious note. He sat down, leaning against a tree, and as I pull herself together, lit a cigar. Since then ordered to sit closer to him and hugged her shoulders. Thats when he began to talk, to which I listened, not without fear, because much of what was true. He noticed that I must be the leader of the gang, and Jane can be my accomplice. I suspect that you currently have in circulation and the young Sylvia. And how is the Mansfield? How does it all mean? I got a job in his hands pouyutnee, feeling his own prevos-hodstvo, as I have often happens with men. And it, too. I keep it separate from the girls, I said. He seemed to read my thoughts on this matter and nodded glumly, noting that I did right. Naduy lips when I kiss you. I readily obeyed. Meanwhile, he took my breasts and began to ask: when I first traveled, how I behaved, and so forth. His curiosity on this score seemed to demon-end. He asked when I first took the cock buttocks, and I replied that at seventeen. And Jane? In her first time I held her. He stroked my cheek and smiled: All the way I thought. I saw it in your eyes. Minute of silence flowed between us. My slot peacefully vzdy-malas. I noticed how the boy came back, and lightly touched him through the fabric of trousers. So it will be, my dear, he finally said. Ill have you as often as I want. And Jane, too. As for Sylvia, she gets under my cock in turn. And thats all that you want? I asked, still feeling slight fear as shamelessly as if received: the feeling that I have never before in relation to the man, except in those times when my father s, but I did not want to immediately remove his trousers. Then, seizing a piercer, he raised my face to his right: You will never be so answer me, a woman, when I speak. So, you will have both of us, and Jane and me? If this is your order, sir, we will, of course. If you wish, or combined. And it would be good. I said through clenched teeth, my mouth was compressed his grip. You made no mention of Sylvia, he said. You have not seen her, thats why. At least not now. As for Daisy, you can bring it to me in bed, and if ... Smack! - Oh! - I bleated. He suddenly threw me back on my stomach again, tucked in her dress and Splash! Splash! Splash! - His hand fell on my rear guard. You refuse this idea, Muriel, I say, understanding eating? -Slap! Splash! Smack! Splash! Oh, my poor butt on fire! Yes, yes! Oh, Roger, do not beat me, please! In response, he again attacked and the population. I pulled until my ass burning myala grass. I tried to cry, but nothing came of it. How curious, and suddenly there was a change in me in me, which could destroy any other man. With me not so treated since in a very early age I bridled, like many other girls, especially in rural Will I continue with Philip? Then he asked curiously. Of course, I said, waiting for his answer. Lets see what happens, he then fell into the tender hugs and kisses, that surprised even more. He caressed my pussy is a dress, and I - his count, but none of us was in no hurry to start over. Jane can hardly believe all this, perhaps, better not tell her anything.

Chapter Eight

DIARY EVELIN

Claudia superbly played a role, as always. I believe that it is completely fixed in this role, and probably can not play another. But in the end, in a way she never go on stage. Her theater room. Deirdre behaved very well and, no doubt, quite fallen under the spell of Claudia on stage, as some of our friends. I expected that she would stay, but she modestly left and, thus, although she does not know, passed his test. Our small number of libertarians takes himself only those who know how to behave when the time comes, and who will not dismiss anything about the world. Regarding the recognition of what she has done, then it is for me, intrigued. Young people are difficult to handle when it falls outside chance. Its possible that Richard will find a role, well see. I do not want to interfere. Deirdre serious doubts in their sinfulness, but did not show that weakness, which thinks. In the end, she saw little of her husband and therefore should not feel any remorse. If they do need to feel.

DIARY Deirdre

Richard frowned, silly boy. Mom, you do not love me anymore? he asked, and gave the very fact that crashing into my bedroom. I said that, of course, yes, but we should not so much embrace. He immediately hugged me passionately kissed and began to push to the couch on which I disagreed. Ill find you a young and charming lady, I said. At this he blushed and said that it was not what he wants. I even started to reprimand him, but it looked very stupid in that he had all this time caressing my breasts and touched the back. Enough with him, I said. In the end, all may be well to a certain limit ... What happened to him happened then! He broke away, jumped up and ran upstairs, and then slammed the door, just like that bad boy, whom he was actually ... However, what is it now boy? But as I call him a man? Amy, as I sometimes think, enough for almost everything that happens. Im sure. Thats what Im afraid. Very much (and I increasingly feel like something other than the will) it on the side of his father, but not on my own. I do hope that it really is not as icy as pretending. Until it is good not bring in any case. But I am afraid to discuss such things with her, because she can throw me in the face of my sins ... and nothing good in it too will not be.

DIARY OF PHILIP

Jane compels me to write a novel with erotic content. But how can I take for it, if it is completely against my wishes and against my principles? Think, imagine, and often write it down, she says. Today I was again locked in a room. I was forced to wear knickers (who are they?) Under the pants, to disgrace and shame. Ill continue to sink into the abyss of despair. I leave all the midst of an endless fog ... And sometimes I think that this is not my sister, and wild ghosts torment me in my loneliness and insanity. Day by day it becomes more and more unbearable. I have no security in our own study, I cheated and miserable, my trousers burned me ... You really like to suffer, Philip, said Jane, at the time, like me, with clenched teeth, trying to find her a decent answer. But is it true? I constantly repeat to myself that this is not true. If they do not even get me to describe womens bodies iliesche something like that could come to them in the head, I will still powerless to formulate the expressions that are required, and can not write them. Paper very long lay in front of me untouched. Suddenly I heard drifting up from below me, shouting and crying. I rushed to the window, and now, when I describe what I opened, the pen does not stay in my trembling hand. There, on a sunny lawn, lay on his back my dear Sylvia, and her feet were bare and ... that is, her dress was tucked up at the waist. Daisy threw at her, ready to swear that it is thrown, which shows the world her bare back. Above them were my two sisters. Muriel has put his foot on the back of Daisy, holding it over my dear girl, and Jane, bent over, slapped on the lower cheeks of Daisy, who in front of me bought a bright pink color. Therefore, poor child, and cried, while she, to my surprise, several times laughed and kissed Sylvia on the lips. I, of course, could not go look at it. My damned trousers all the time teasing me, making a regular perturbation. Then Sylvia began to lift his legs. My God, they denied it even lower dress! How hard is it to withdraw my eyes from what you do not want to see! I recoiled from the window and immediately felt crafty itch that I just did not want to feel. Overwhelmed me the most painful condition. I sat down and discovered, to my despair, that shed in your own trousers that courageous substance, which on-Bireh my sister. I am incredibly weak and felt awful. I should have to force myself to stoop and write Deirdre. Yes. However, what should I write her, and what can I say to her? I caught in a trap, which have not yet been any one man. I forgot to say that I saw down there yet and Rosa: it stood at some distance from the main events, but peeping and smiling, thrusting his finger in his mouth.

DIARY SYLVIA

How can get up to mischief aunts, forcing us to use it all right on the lawn! My God, I hope that nobody will read what I write here now, but the thing all the time Daisy was rubbing on my own, when Aunt Jane slapped her so hard that I had all sorts of funny sensations, such as what has happened to them both in bed. Aunt Muriel told Daisy put his tongue in my mouth. So she did. However, it was even pleasant. Then she began to moan and twist. Our hair is all rubbed, and she made me walk, and then herself. Aunt Jane said that happens a lot of beating. All the horror that seems to me that I saw my father looking out her window and looks at us. But this, of course, can not be, because otherwise he would be terribly severe. Even then I whispered to Aunt Jane that I think I saw him in the window, but she laughed and said that he just loves to admire the magnificent views. I think that with her hand just is not good so to speak, but still laughed herself: I do not think she meant something bad. She often just says what comes into her head. Daisy spanked her father. That she told me. Interestingly, what you feel at this time? I do not want to think about it, but I think. And she said he forced her to remove his trousers. I would think, flushed. So I said Daisy. She said that he certainly this and sought, but then I pritsyknula at her, and she stopped. I said it wrong, and so I will not talk to her for ten minutes. She replied that she and no business, but all this time waiting for!

DIARY OF JANE

Muriel confessed to me (I think, after long hesitation) in all that it has happened with Roger. Not sure what she told me everything but he seems a man odnov-belt and a strong and fragile, and not an adventurer. And I, like my sister, I prefer more the case than what he offers ... If I may say so! Moreover, we ourselves, our fates are linked with amorous affairs. I think a little bit in love with him, she said. What nonsense! She simply lived up to certain age, although I certainly did not say anything about it. But he certainly did not like a gift Sylvia, because the more that its scientists had not yet completed. However, his advice about Philip was heard forcefully, though I am not sure that he understood what we deal with his brother. He certainly thinks that we just teasing. And I was confident that Philip himself until the end still did not understand how he wants us to obey. Yesterday evening I found spots on his drawers, and just said, than he started. He said nothing. Always, when it is called bad boy, his face and eyes expressing a shyness that is obvious, as it all like it. I told him that he will answer for what baluetsya himself (he immediately became a hotly deny), and that he should kneel down, bow down and kiss my feet, and then my knees and hips. After some confusion, he obeyed. When it sufficiently to remember Sylvia! His face immediately took me under her skirt, and as soon as he reached the hips, I immediately grabbed his feet firmly, so that made his ears burn. He even growled. What kind of intoxicating-ing feeling like this to keep humiliated male even admit, if its your brother! Keep him for a couple of minutes so I told him that he can start smooch. Immediately, he began to fight, I grabbed him by the hair. Then I spread her legs wider, and lowered her pussy right in his mouth. Fortunately, Muriel, this time we do not interfere. I sat up and leaned back slightly, enjoying the way it worked like a dog for as long as I do not make foam out his tongue and lips, then I made him get up and lick his lips, which he did, with a shamefaced air. Then uprazheniya his cock started up. I do not prick salas to him, feeling that it would be better. Then I told him that he went to bed. And left. He looked very gloomy for the first time and almost begged me with his eyes to draw attention to it. Nevertheless, it should go back to school and the only way. I have so many times was under the men who made me, on-restrained me every time that I should do ... And now I can not give pleasure to win at least one of them! This is a completely new experience for me. Muriel, of course, argues that it was all her own idea, but it is the first time I managed to throw a harness Philip. Yesterday we were in bed Rosa. After a few minutes, to give it, she clearly wanted more and midnight jealously oblizy-shaft us.

DIARY Deirdre

I have nothing else to do but to go to Evelyn and all races-say. I hesitate to bring this paper, although the blank pages only conceal my weakness. But apart Evelyn I trust no one. Richard brought home a friend. It was a young man his age, pleasant appearance and good manners. So I decided that he was pretty young gentleman. Oh, how deceptive is the outer-ness! Richard asked me whether his friend to stay with us at night. I agreed. Amy walked to sleep about ten hours. I fear that it too is fascinated by Jeremy, who undoubtedly ocharova-Thelen ... But I can not tell her about what happened, and I can not therefore prevented. In actual fact I have only itself to blame for the very stupid behavior. I was so entertained intoxicated chatter Richard and his friend, and I am so afford to relax over wine that did not notice how time passes. At my age, of course, very easy to imagine yourself multiactor overcome the distance between maturity and youth, to present themselves younger than his years. Especially if youre a little flatter, as I flattered Jeremy, who took the trouble to fill our glasses. I regret that my carelessness, I allowed it to him. He said that I was more beautiful than his own mother, and I told him so, that should not talk like that though and I felt (as Im sure would have felt in my place, any woman) Set-ment. We talked quietly, because the hour was already late. I tried several times to force myself to get up, but I was overcome with a kind of languor so often served me very badly. Filling my glass into the fifth or sixth time (by that time I lost count), Jeremy dared to get next to me on a lounge chair, and Richard at the same time showed me their loyalty, sitting at my feet. The conversation, as they say, flutter (and on my part was probably remiss playful), and I can not remember what was discussed, when Richard suddenly muttered: He wants to kiss you, Mother, and Ive only been asked: What? instead, that would give a direct rebuttal, which would act much better. I suddenly found that all the words are born in my head, can not possibly fly from my lips, that impudent youngster immediately began to try her. I confess that amazement I could not even move to avoid the kiss, which clearly reflects the passion. I remember now that only slightly choked with amazement, but when Jeremys mouth is fully covered me, at that time, like Richard, to my utter embarrassment, put his hands on my legs, and then began to embrace them under a skirt. I was so afraid that Jeremy will notice that his rude gesture that immediately abruptly moved away from them, although this failed to prevent the friend of Richard and continue to cover the hot kisses my neck. I never give myself to the power of sentiment. Even in extreme cases, with Philip, I never raised his voice, but always spoke calmly, and even cold. At this time I managed a certain indignation (not so familiar), which led them to think, in a desperate ... Exaggerated, of course, the fact that they now also have a Jeremy silly boy. I told them that go to bed, not daring to admit that Jeremy touched my chest, when he kissed me. Moreover, I did not dare tell them about it directly. Mom, stop, please, and talk with us, asked Richard. But I was already pretty, and I noticed that all of this bold and unseemly, and then left, already above prikriknuv that all the time to sleep. I thought I left them to sit, if not in shame, because in the confusion. Its human simplicity. They are about something whispered, and I thought that they exchanged guilty replicas or even argue about what happened. Reaching his room, I lit a cigarette and threw herself on the bed, dropping ashes on the floor. This small detail consoles me as confirmation that the irresponsible fool state in which I was. At least I did not let anger seize me the extent to which this could wait. I am weak. I always justify another. What else can explain my marriage, barren in all senses! If I could look into his soul, then I would find there the words that all people are exactly like me. Herein lies the damning irony of what happened to me that night. I do not know what frame you can find these lines, but cowardice on my part would not do it at all. Putting out unfinished cigarette, I got rid of dresses, trousers and shirts, stockings and naked to the waist, and began to comb his hair, but did so more out of habit, because I was reeling. Paul swam under my feet, despite the fact that I did not want to sleep, and I, moreover, felt faint itching desire to clever spot, which, however, not surprising for a normal woman. My dizzy. Seeking I excuse myself again? Is pos-sible, yes. The door flew open, and I involuntarily turned towards him. Before I could recover, she slammed shut and appeared to think everything that you wish, Jeremy and Richard, naked, with the protruding members, with flushed faces from the fearful excitement. Ah How dare you! I said, it seems, because they immediately pounced on me. Richard grabbed me by the waist and pulled her to my stomach swollen mound, entreating me to keep quiet so as not to hear Amy. I gasped, I writhed in his hands, like a wild, but all was useless. Jeremy took over behind me, clinging to the end of my bottom cheeks, suppressed all my efforts to break free. Good God, how easy it has gone now my pen, as soon as I fully gave him the freedom! Go away! Get out! My God I moaned, while Richard tried to kiss me. Their boys went, rubbing back and forth, rousing me against my will, and already weakened thoughts and wine. Jeremy grabbed my hands and pressed them to his thighs, working his helmet from my cheeks, and Richard at the same time trying to get through to me under a bush. Please, mama, let us give, please, choking with Richard. Then I suddenly cried out for herself. It was, I think, my last cry of despair. Mom! What? Amys voice from somewhere behind the door, it seems, from the hall. I. .. I ... stepped on a pin! Go to bed! I replied, surrendering, as you can understand the will of their perfidy. They realized that I did not dare scream. All my struggle was for nothing, and I soon found myself back on the bed: Richard was holding me by the shoulders, and I at this time whisper implored him. I tried to kick, but Jeremy grabbed my legs, took them under his armpits, and then threw up, fell on me and sticking to my nest. I shuddered. I scratched Richard. All in vain. Boy pro-slid into me. First, I, old man, her ... boo, and then let you, Jeremy wheezed. RI-Tavern, hissed at me, because Jeremy came in here just has the whole. My God, the stinging sweetness of hardened rod, pulsating in my depths of closed! No, oh, no, no, no! I heard my own moans, his cries, which, however, remained only my hot breath in my mouth Richard ... Rod Jeremy and walked back and forth no hasty jerks, as one might expect from him, but slowly and evenly. He was obviously in charge here: mentor, besides, as I suspect, already married. I finished unwittingly. I spilled almost immediately, moist its end. She reached the old man, let her go now. Now she is all mine, Jeremy blurted. My God, if they kept me all the time while it lasted! Then I could at least, to stay with a clear conscience. But no. Richard walked away, and Jeremy leaned on me with all his body. I grumbled, I tried to whisper something, but he also had my mouth and already weakened Jalil me with his tongue, exhaling their lust and pleasure. This is where I crossed the line, which was supposed to signify my acquiescence with this vile act. The work of our lips was great, it is born, soft flip-flop, which denote their mouths and naked body, in a crazy zabyvshiesya Union. This went on for something like an hour, tediously long hours, of which I remember only a mosaic of events, shimmering in a darkened room. I moaned, I shuddered, I was sobbing ... But I do not say a word, I have not responded to a coarseness of their male talk and remains soft and ready to toy around this pair, in turn, moisturizing my nest. From Jeremy, I, in fact, the words did not. They talked about me between themselves, in some strange way amplifying a dark delight, which I wanted so much to feel in himself. After both izlili all its long-drawn treasure, I allowed them to close my fingers at their ends and even poorly they played as if in a dream. From this and from his boyish enthusiasm they once did? rack. And I say, Richard, that you now put it on his knees. What a ass! I heard. Exhausted and soaked in their juices, I tried accompanied tivlyatsya their efforts with the help of my lethargy and clunk, posing my quiet hypocrisy. I rolled, heavy as a sack of potatoes, and raised so that my ass got in front of Jeremy, who was bending over me and, despite the fact that I was madly gnashed his teeth and held his boy between my bottom cheeks, straight into the tight ring my anus. I began, but rather tried to, twitch, but without results. He grabbed my hips. In this way, for me once assaulted in his youth but thenve never been. I groaned, I was biting the pillow at a time when his rod crawled, forcing all my breath just to leave me. I tried to slide down on his stomach, but Richard grabbed me by the waist and pinned. Well done Richard, keep it. Now I am. No, I sobbed. But really, I said this to myself? A powerful, slow push and he ended up there completely. His balls stuck to my sticky apron, and his hands on my stomach changed hands Richard, clasping and locking me. I shuddered. We stood a little way, and then he began to work long, slow movements, forcing my head swim in the sensation of sucking his penis inside me. On the dark swamp of desire! What is the darkness! I heard my sobst-Options have an important breath, I gasped, clutching a pillow, so as not to cry my hidden pleasures. It takes the old man! I knew, I knew it! croaked Jeremy, and his boy earned more easier in my narrow passage, while, as my full buttocks huddled on his belly. Come ... come on, work your hips, Deirdre! Oh, it was the voice of my distant, the invisible past, who came to me with a bed creaking beneath my knees creak, which came when the cane has already been accomplished hot work ... Not looking for excuses I? Fascination often sketched cover, mixing shame and ecstasy, which makes them inseparable even when doing business. If thats my excuse, then let it be so. Our emotions are at times reminiscent of those dogs who want them to or not, running after a fox. No, enough about that. The next morning, when the light finally pierced my eyes, I woke up alone on a very rumpled bed, covered with spots of sin as puddles. I cried a little about yourself, hide the tears, but then heard footsteps maid, who was extremely surprised that found me still half in a corset, without night-dress. But I said nothing to her, but only asked her if everything is already up. Guest of a young gentleman, Richard had already gone, maam, I heard to my relief. Tomboy woke up early and ran away. From this thought immediately dried all my tears. All that day he will live in fear, waiting for me as an angel of vengeance, demand-yuschego audience with his mother. Richard hid in his room. I heard it in turn timidly asked the maid, I woke up. I need you-straight, sitting up in bed, and summoned him to her. To his amazement, I suppose. He came to me as a thief (no surprise), and stood up, frowning and looking down his foot. I nodded to him to shut the door. His eyes lit up. He, of course, thought that now all his dark things are forgiven. My naked chest and burning in his bulging eyes. I lazily lifted the veil and showed him all, fluff with a black tuft at the whiteness of my stomach. Mom? his voice was more like a squeak. I raised a finger to his lips, made him bend over to the bed and began to carefully unbutton his pants, in complete silence. How ardently he nodded, with a wolfish grin! I took it. soft young one and played with him and then pulled off with Richards pants and took his balls. He, of course, felt in Paradise, and groaned, blushing. Come, now, my dear, here, I invited him. For a moment, his eyes flashed a suspicion, which, unfortunately, came to him too late. As soon as he found himself next to me, I rolled onto him, one hand clenched his mouth, and the other on-valivshis him all over, squeezed his balls so hard that his eyes nearly jumped out of that from their orbits, seemed agony. His face went white as a sheet. He lay as if unconscious, not causing me any pity. I got up and began to dress. It took quite a long time, and he groaned, blinked, and all emerged from the pain, to which I did not care. Coming out, I locked him in the key. When Amy asked me where he was, I told her that he went riding with a friend. Oh, hes so cute, mom, that Jeremy, she said. I did not answer it at that. The only way I could express all their grievances. Several hours later, when Amy was not around, I released Richard, who did not dare utter a word, not to find myself in my room. He trotted to his room with his head bowed and did not receive from me a word, as long as I myself do not want to. Since it is not finished yet, as well as with the young Mr. Jeremy.

Chapter Nine

DIARY Daisy

I want to ask my mother if I could spend a week at the Sylvia. We are so happy together ... Pope entire somehow glows after we have new friends. When we were their guest, the Pope went to discuss some things around the house with aunts Sylvia. I do think that it was about the economy, because they went to the stables, sending us back to Sylvia in the garden. While Sylvia and said that we should not play in the fingers and kissing in the garden under the windows of her dad ... So we went into the bushes. I love to try her tongue, and she liked me. My God, we forgot about the time: the grass was so good and so warm. We barely had time to rearrange her dress, as we discovered and dad are flushed from what I saw our feet. However, Aunt Sylvia told that the girls really like kissing, but in the fact that we both are happy, no trouble. Aunt Muriel is very friendly with the Pope. It is therefore evident that she hugged him with one hand. Dad did not know what to say, and I am very very confused. Aunt Muriel said that it would be like if we all kissed each other. Pope gently kissed me on the edge of the lips, but, until he kissed me, Aunt Muriel said she wanted to correct my skirt but instead just pulled it! Sylvia giggled. The Pope said that all this is very bad. Then we all drank lemonade mixed with champagne. I never saw Mr. Mansfield. Should be, it is very hard. When we got into the carriage to go home, Dad told me that I was not embarrassed by their fun, because in this house so decided. I did not know what to say to that, because he talked to me very frankly, and I was hoping that he did not see what we are doing with Sylvia in the bushes. So I said that I do not care. Pope, however, said that because of the noise of wheels, he can not hear me and I had to sit on his lap and then all repeat. He said that once I think so, then it means that I am an adult, and he kissed me for it. He did so, but at the same time touched my Titi! I felt very sticky and hot, and the stroller all the time so badly shaken that Im all snuggled up to him, bouncing on his lap. Then he asked how I like it - and I said that I like. Then he said that he was making me even more pleasant. He then tried my tongue, just as do Sylvia and her aunt! I felt dizzy. Now I realized that he had seen. So I could not tell him anything. Oh, I kissed so many today, that my head just goes round and not in place. Aunt Jane said that whenever you think about nice things, you need to play with herself. I am now so do.

DIARY OF PHILIP

I was made a curse dominates the feminine unless, of course, it still can be called feminine. Now I need to call both of my sisters, Mrs.. So they told me. I should fall to his knees, when some of them comes into my office. To my deep shame, I still do, and every time my head at first appears under a skirt, and then they were painfully squeezing my ears her hips. Now, they always wear their trousers, and I often notice how they are moistened, when I find myself in their captivity. Keep straight face and breathed in, but do not lick, they say to me the most stern voice. It makes no sense to ask, beg (God forgive me these words!) And assure them that I do not want either one or the other. I even begin to find some strange ominous quiet in how they compress my face full hips ... And even, alas, I start to enjoy the colorful expressions, in which they compel me to write. In my new writing I have not walked up to the second paragraph and the fact that I wretchedly scrawled, was criticized. Moreover, they are now, alas, read my diary. I am deprived of any right of privacy. I must, therefore, to pour out these lists of what in other circumstances, never dare to betray the paper. In their trousers, I find the mixed smell of urine and musk, the one who always peculiar to women in the fever about, terrible phrase with such ease flying down with my pen! When I was a boy, then repeatedly heard the rough guys use the word fucked .-. Xia. This recognition snatched me my sister. Deirdre is also very often use this word, then, when he went into a rage and often wished that I spoke to her these words. But I could never agree to this. And what now? I was told that this is what four-letter word I now must repeat though so far only when my ears are burning under pressure from their undoubtedly strong legs. Now I am not allowed to talk about the use of the woman ie the introduction of my penis in her own person (I was punished for what I am now so I am writing), and then adjust its motions for Svoge pleasure. I was going to learn all this, and it has already begun to think the increasing despair. Tonight, Jane bent over my couch and showed me his persona in the form of its rear seats lowered his trousers to the knees. Meanwhile, Muriel manipulating me through my trousers, and then the printed form that may take me to them later and knelt in front of Jane, which rested on the couch with his hands. Variety of emergencies and other movements, Muriel, I was then introduced in person, Jane, or her pussy put to the base of my guns, covered by its adjacent channel. Emotions and feelings, taken possession of me when I was involved in this way goes far beyond self-restraint, ie, the morality of the society, and make my head go round. Stooping behind me, Muriel felt me and supported my testicles, very gently, while I was forced to remain in the sponge (again, this is not my expression). I was told that I should tell Jane fifty long and slow shocks fail solidified my penis, nothing more, nothing less, and then spend it his lifes juice. Gently supporting my testicles (as I already mentioned), Muriel Pohl-PYVA free his hand my bare buttocks, and finally told me to start. I was ordered to stay-at attention and looking forward, and in any case not on the divine form of Jane, as Muriel. To my shame puschemu, finger Muriel then penetrated my anus, causing me a strange sensation. Next, go! Work hard well! pritsyknula it in-nyalas for my involuntary movement in the womb contracted Jane and back, this time she watched it all from above and adjusting, if my efforts it seemed enough. Then she begins to work her hips, while her finger held here and there in my aisle, forcing my penis harden even immersed strong her. Moreover, she continuously felt. In addition to my will, in addition to the desire to remain quiet and aloof from the whole freezing-sti occurs, Nature soon announced itself with full force to the same are confirmed by some of the internal pressure of the person, Jane. Thus, my failure to comply with pernicious same-laniyam and guidance proved to be absolute. At the expense of thirty-one when I was on its last legs trying to hold their own seminal outpourings, I still lit it, and immediately began to tremble, shaking as much as sucking lips of her persona. Thereafter, having heard my moaning and purring Jane, Muriel took his finger and began to spank my buttocks very severely, saying, even at a time when I singled out my sperm, Im just lazy, spiteful and completely selfish dog, co-tory unable to meet imploring woman as she deserves. These feelings, which will inevitably have to man during isolation of sperm that I asked for her apology, although it did not change the heavy blows rained down on me. Poor, tin-boy who, like you, said Muriel, while Jane sucked the last drops of my tormented penis, announcing that I finished a lot of fun, but very quickly. At some moment a terrible and unforgivable desire, I willed it to stay in it, but was immediately expelled. Immediately I was thrown on his stomach on the bed, and began to flog one of my own self-braces, while I could just cry. I prayed, yes, exactly! begged for forgiveness. Forgiveness was not. You learn! Muriel commanded me to finally re-becoming too strong for my inflamed buttocks slashed with a belt. He must learn, he heard the voice don pan-coupons Jane, who did not see my eyes ashamed. He has excellent and wet boy, and he ends a lot. It can be pre-let to the girls, when he learns of a watch, she added. The control will come to him. We will make sure of this, said Muriel. They gave me a kick and told to pull his trousers. I stood there, trembling and with weakness in his back, before this evil pair, unable to understand whom they speak. I said that I wanted to die. These were the only words I could utter. By contrast, Philip, you are in life, is meaningful, such male as you, darling, just to own doveski Balde. Thats your noodle should learn to behave well and properly perform his duty, which has never received your wife. In the future, you expect two or three times a day-long portrayal of women, that you behaved well and to their satisfaction. And you will slavishly attentive to them, as now to us. Just try to make a mistake and you vyporyut even stronger. You yourself have always wished for this, and you know it ... I never ... I began, but I have not paid any attention. Skirts rustled, they left and locked the door behind him, leaving me in a state that Dante could not be described in the pages of his Hell. Also, and I, before they reach their middle years, was in a dark forest, where there is no exit. I will write once loved. This is my only hope. I will try to secretly pass this letter, but who will undertake to deliver it to the post office? Perhaps I should ask for Rose. Sovereign should be enough to seal her lips. I ask Deirdre that she returned. We will return to this house order. Im sure she will understand everything correctly. Oh God! I forgot that my blog now read Muriel and Jane. I must immediately write this letter and find an opportunity to transmit it to Rose. I will be firm. I do not deny of anything written here, as if I was not forced. My ears are burning again between their thighs, I know.

DIARY Muriel

Rose, I think, was stunned when last night Philip slipped her sovereign, it certainly seemed that it is required very special services, from which, I think, it would not have refused. But she still need to learn. In this case, he just needed something that she sent a letter to Deirdre. After about a half an hour I handed him a letter, telling myself to go and send it. He, of course, all came to the confusion, which is so appropriate for them! - Are you a prisoner in his own house? I made fun of him. I have not even tried to open the envelope, and would never do that. Now I know our Philip good as ever. Step by step, he falls into that same hopelessness inherent in many men, which he always wanted. Two weeks before they heard from him would be any answer. But now he just mumbled something and trudged back burning, no doubt, desire, so I called him back. I read the last entry in his diary. He gives himself away in the last line, although he does not understand. Now they are insisting-schemu want just what he pretends to despise, hate and be ashamed. Little did he required.

Chapter Ten

DIARY OF LADY Celia PARTRIDGE

I am pursuing dreams and visions cloud my mind Rosa-rhenium and delight. I am in such confusion, what ever happened to me a long time. Two days ago, Muriel Mansfield visited us alone. She said she drove by and decided to declare itself. I just found one and took it: to my great astonishment, she greeted me, kissed right in the mouth. To my surprised glance involuntarily she replied that she smiled and threw off his cloak and his hat. When tea was served, as usual, we talked about dresses and the like, all, all this time I felt the subject and finally decided she-examining her. I am saddened you. You do not like to kiss other female-schinami? she asked, as soon as the maid walked away with a tea service. I told her that he did not know about it, and it was true. My expression must have betrayed me again, because she laughed again and asked whether it is disgusting. I replied that I do not know what to say about it. I think so, she said. But it lies on your mind. If I kiss you again, when I leave, you will forgive my impertinence? Without the skill of these conversations, I was a little dumb and probably a bit her lips, because her face again shows the same sad smile. Its not forbidden, you know, were her next words. After these words she got up, so I thought that it immediately and leave. But instead, she sat on the armrest of my chair, pripod-nyala my chin and put his lips to mine in such a way that I have both hands gripping the chair. Her tongue slipped for a moment in my mouth and immediately disappeared. You see how sweet it is concerned? she asked, because in the confusion, since I could not simply withdraw from the strange and some other peoples kiss, and it could be taken as consent. I tried to get up, but she quickly moved away from me. And then I fell down from his lips one of those ridiculous phrases that always come thoughtlessly. I do not understand how ... I muttered at the time, as she turned away, picked up her long kid gloves, and went to the door. There is absolutely silently walked Roger: that I did not expect. The door was left wide open by an oversight maid, and he heard that I began to speak. Why do not you understand, my dear? he asked. I think, saved this time one of the all-you always intruding inappropriately replica Muriel: I myself did not know what to answer him. Oh, something very pleasant. But I really gotta go. Both of you, I hope, forgive me? she said, picked up his hat with a feather and left, leaving me in tears, which I refused to make any explanation Roger. He left me in a strong irritated hereto. That night I dreamed that Muriel kissed me again, although this time much longer. And in fact, I woke up, and all my body was burning, it was so strange that Im all snuggled up to Roger, who immediately woke up. Again I was unable to explain anything to him, and happiness that he fell asleep again quickly. Dream haunted me all day: more precisely, not just a dream, but what preceded it, this moist full lips over mine, this bold splash of her tongue in my mouth. Whenever I thought about it, my cheeks glowed, and I felt a sense of the unexpected pleasures in which she could not believe it. I have always led a decent life, in the sense in which I understand. I always restrained pranks and even Roger himself, who is sometimes too angry and rude in their desires. However, once again came the night, I again fell into the same despair, though I do not know whether this is so called, that I once again Pryvyd this dream. And he came, although this time, and Muriel and I were both naked and pressed against each other naked bodies. But I was left alone in my distress. I refuse to kiss her again. Refuse.

DIARY OF JANE

So, Lady Celia should soon come into our game. Mgoriel, as always, in everything I confessed. Lady can tickle, she said, and then we podsunem of Philip, but as she never allowed her husband. It will flood her well for a couple of days: he was no longer allowed to spend the sperm, and he managed to burrow. Roger does not know anything about this part of the program, but his wife will return to it completely intact, albeit with whipped slit! At the same time, Daisy also requires admission. We have all worked together ... or, at least, I say so because Muriel, as always, boasting that it was all her idea. Well, I say nothing and to do so. She always like to be more important.

DIARY Daisy

Aunt Muriel went today to my mother. I hope that they are very podruzhatsya. To my delight, she took her to him, and me dad would not let go. Yet it was not too good, because Aunt Jane behaved very badly and said that when the house will be quiet, we can again show each other garters. And all this with my father! I did not know what to do with eyes. Sylvia too. Pope said that would leave us alone, while he himself goes to Aunt Jane look stable. I do not know what they found in this: there is terribly dark and similar to the old chapel. A smell of straw and horse manure. No, my dear, sometimes the young lady should do as is required of them in one way or something like Aunt Jane, because I have all this time did not know, so to speak, what can I do with my eyes and ears. And now, she said, we can take a dress and stand beside him. Pope said that if such a thing, then he will go but, apparently, and he did not know where to go. I do not know where all this time was Mr. Mansfield. It was very quiet, and Rose was not there. Aunt Jane said that we should do it, and undid both of us. And I really wanted to hold for days with Sylvias hands, Im all flushed. In order to remove the dress, we both had to bend, so I did not see the pope, which is very pleased. After all, for me there were only a shirt and stockings. Mom does not know that I no longer wear trousers. Both of our clothes fell to the floor, and when I straighten up, I noticed that my father had already left. He walked in the garden, but always about-rachivalsya, and peered into our window. We do not have time to do everything quickly, said Aunt Jane, and have yet to remove our shirts! Dad turned back to our window, but only for a moment. Aunt Jane was BYAKOY, because she called him out the window, saying that we want something to him. At first he did not go, but she called him again and he returned, but kept staring at the carpet. He looked up and just asked what we wanted to say. Oh, we closed the face and nothing to say! Aunt Jane pritsyknula at us and say were stupid, but even so we can kiss. I wanted to hide the apron, and we therefore Sylvia hugged and kissed each other warmly. Aunt Jane said the Pope, that he touched our priests, what they are nice and warm. I think he really did not like, but she still made it. At this time we have with Sylvia huddled together more tightly and giggling. I felt that his hand went down, but then he immediately removed it and then left the room. Aunt Jane said that we can get dressed, and went after him. I think that they walked to the stables because they were not a whole hour on the skirt of Aunt Jane was the straw, so it probably fell. On the way home, in a wheelchair, my father told me that I am a good girl and kissed me. I again sat on his lap. I told him I did not want to rent a dress and shirt, but Aunt Jane made me. However, I hasten to add that it is of hilarity. She said so. I was suddenly attacked by a sudden courage and I asked my father not to tell my mother that I do not wear a more pan-coupons. At Papa laughed and started many times to kiss me on the lips. He said that this is out of the question, because then it is in any case think that he raised my dress. As I turned red at that! How silly that I just never thought of this. I hid my face, and the carriage were thrown all of us, and I jumped on his lap, feeling for is something very hard. Then dad asked me what time he had once seen me, then whether he could have? Oh, how I blushed and even more hidden from his face! But he then made me a funny joke and began to lick my ear, causing me to fidget, all the time asking whether he could, when my mother would not close. Here again I felt my chest and noticed that they were sweating. He asked if I pleased, and I agreed. I always laugh. My priest rode on the bottom of the solid pieces, and the Pope issued a strange noise! I leaned back, and he kissed her through her dress my Titi! When we got home, my mother was already in bed. I think that she has a fever, because it was very red. Auntie Muriel, I think, was changing. When we entered, she was buttoning her dress. She sweetly smiled at me and held me potse-catching, and then told my father that he must carefully watch me at night. Not know what she meant. I think she wanted to say about my mother, because of the fever. For supper, at least, it did not come down.

DIARY Sir Roger

My dear Celia! Ill soon have it in any case, but only satisfied: so I said, and Muriel. You soon will get its ass, if that is what you wanted, she said this, looking at me with an apparent jealous is ensured. I assured her that her own, daring, tight, and such tender as cream - may well make the happiness of any Jane tlmena. It is, it seems, placated. As it breathes, like snorting when she was there ... enter She kicked and laughs, like a mare, while my buoy is developing its vast hemisphere. I am afraid that they, along with Jane to discuss even the most intimate things. If not for that, my feeling has grown to be much more Muriel. I was so sure of that. Is not it nice Daisy and curly between the thighs? she asked. I said that I had not considered and I will not. Oh, crook, youve touched their ass, huh? she asked. I thought it was tactless, but only shook his head. I suspect she thought so too. I wanted to ask, zasu-nula whether she Celia finger in the ass, but it would be too much. Sometimes I am surprised by their own notions of morality. But who you are, that you are. I need to talk to Daisy, because Im afraid of the clamp of the sisters. In this light, my decision to acquire a sweet Jane and Sylvia somewhat faded. But I also privazhivayut the same manner as Celia for Muriel! Soon you will be both of us, said Muriel. To which I retorted that Ill tell her himself when and if I wanted to. She again looked beaten. Sometimes, her tongue just will not listen. The fact that she never wants to harm. I told her that I know all this, and in some sense, I forgive her. She sighed and hugged me tight. We will always be both competitors and allies, dear, she said. I thought that is very true, and praised her words .. Wow, you still like something out of what I say! she laughed. Sometimes it is not ustoyaty ..

DIARY Daisy

If anyone asks, I kissed my dad on the lips, I say that not kissing. Dad gave me this lecture remains the most monumental. We had secret meetings in my room! I said I would not tell anyone in the whole world, and its true. And if you would slap and ask, he asked. I will not say even the angels, I said. He just laughed. Then do not say to myself, because you too angel, my joy, he said. At first he was a frightened look, but now he is quite cheerful. At me was only a nightgown. He wanted to hug me with both hands, but then suddenly changed his mind and quickly left. I was terribly offended. In the end, it seems to me that I do not exactly believe.

Chapter Eleven

DIARY EVELIN

When you listen to the story Deirdre, it seems that this is an end of the world, however, she, in my view, tinkering with all this much more than it deserves. And much more than going through herself. The need to shift from a burden she had a more than to receive forgiveness, which I like immediately and told her I can not give. I do not think that all this was unthinkable negodyaystvo, she said. She clearly did not want to, I said my yes. I explained to her, if it can be called an explanation that she may consider this as a libertarian adventure purely momentum sive origin. I confess, I was very happy with her words, because she clearly expected me to something more direct and not a lady. Not if she wants to, so I took up the young Mr. Richard? Her eyes lit up. Or, at the same time they flashed a spark of fear? I stressed that it is not necessary at this present will reflect that, but what I have purposed for him, should probably give him a proper lesson. Well, she agreed. I must say to Maurice, she recalled. What if we are not Lieberman tariantsy, then who are we? She even cried a little bit: most likely, from love, and not from pangs ... It seemed so. I was almost decided to confess to her all about Claudia, but he saw clearly mixed feelings Deirdre changed my mind. In the end, all the minds (and Morris is no exception), she walks shaloputnaya thought that Amys high time to put a halter. We have yet to see it, but the description of her mother, she turns charmingly appropriate to the intent that we must fulfill. Maybe I need to tell more about Claudia Deirdre. All this seems to be expected as a charming cocktail. Maurice quite agree with my opinion.

DIARY OF RICHARD

Im still in the doghouse and completely, as I think it deserves it. I am confident that the worst has happened - and my mother went home to Jeremy ... But no, then I would immediately know about it. I have to get a certain parcel of the lady whom my mother met in the city. Thats all that my mother told me. The only words I heard from her for all this time. I simply replied thatll take very plaintively at her. But her eyes were cold as ever. Amy asked me what happened, and I told her to shut up. It becomes very arrogant and seemed restless. She said she hoped that I had done nothing wrong mom, to which I asked her what she meant. Im afraid she heard something. Jeremy - an idiot. Amy replied to me that she knows everything, but I do not think so. I do not think that anyone even tried to lift her skirt. Her ass seems to do more. I called her and said what she blushed and ran from the room and slammed the door behind them. I bet that she lifted her skirt and looked to see what is there. I heard my mother said: You vyporyut, Amy, if you again so talk with your brother ... Maybe she does not think of me as bad as trying to present. Id like to know. She did not allow me to take a carriage to take the parcel. I have to go coach, along with the common people.

DIARY EMR

Richard went to deliver a package of some lady, her mothers friend, and never returned! I asked her mother if she is not worried. My mother said that he was in good hands. Looking after him. I did not know that he still did not return until this morning. In the evening we were visited by a gentleman named Maurice. He seemed pleasant. He said that Richard is doing well. Well, it would be great. I know that he kissed my mother, but his other thoughts, I will not give in order not to seem like a lot besides. Maurice ... I thought his name was Mr. Morris, and then from vinilas, but he said it was nothing. And then, when my mother left the room, he said that I was very attractive! I think that Jeremy, I think so liked, but his name, even my mother will not hear do not understand why. She said that he was rude to her. All this was said with Maurice. And when my mother was upstairs, he told me that hug and kiss, too, sometimes rude, and asked what I think about it. I said that I do not think so. I blushed! He said that he was very pleased that I was such a sensitive girl and in this sense is very similar to my mother. Then all of a sudden he kissed me and said: Oh, you have such a wonderful popochka, but did not tell my mother that I said so, and put her hand! I am embarrassed to do anything and did not know what to say. He said that he feels for me wonderful trousers and often I wear them. I do not know how to respond. He said that I should not wear them constantly, because they impede the young lady. I felt very stupid because of his silence. I thought of him very rude all the time I touch ... but I would be very rude to tell him about it. Just then my mother came back down. He managed to get back and my butt is still tickled, as if his hand was still there. Mom apologized and said that she had a terrible headache, so Morris asked her to take me to skate. Mom, it seems, was not sure of it. I think its a little jealous. She said that I can go for an hour. I do not know, I wanted it or not, but in any case, I like to travel. Maurice himself led the two-wheeler with a pony, and we went on a field such step that I have breath, and my hat almost flew off. Then we stopped at a grove. Among the trees was very nice. He hobbled ponies and we went to walk a bit. I am very much praised for my talk and for my behavior. We sat under a tree, and he said that my lips and my eyes are very good! Then he jokingly said that he again wants to be impolite and kiss me and touch my ass! This time I wanted to say no, but he did not give me and strangled me with kisses, repeating that I was delightful! My mother would have died if she knew that he was looking under my skirt. I would not let him do it and kept running, but he suddenly became stern and told me that I behaved quietly. He said he wanted to touch my ass through the drawers that he has done everywhere and around. I felt very strange, because his finger got there in the middle and very rubbed. He said that if I stop spinning, I immediately would be nice, and that all mothers are eager to let their daughters learn this, but give the gentlemen to do so. I could hardly speak, because he always kissed and touched me everywhere, even between the legs! Oh, no! I said. Oh, yes, my dear, because you have to learn this, he said. I thought that would have told my mother and told him that he should not do that, but Ill tell you everything. Oh, no, because then you will absolutely unforgivable shameless, all of this will know, I mean your shamelessness. You just scolded for it, he said. I half believed him, half not. Oh, what Kru govorot I got! Seeing my hesitation, and then, as my hand is quietly trying to beat him, he suddenly stood up, leaned against a tree and said that I was behaving badly towards him ... This confused me even more. I also sat down and began to straighten her dress. He immediately grabbed me by the shoulders and instantly put me on his knee. Oh, my God, then he pulled up my dress and began to slap on my priest, until I began to cry, so he stopped. She just hot hot. My tears flowed down her cheeks. My butt was burning! Sit and Learn by heart that we must obey the senior! he said. All the time I was sobbing and could not sit down on my poor broken ass, but he still forced me, and then pulled her to him and started talking to me softly, wiping my tears. Now I am a young lady, he said, and should act as the young ladies come, and if I tell my mother as struggling, then everyone will just laugh and say that I am still a child.

As he spoke, he stroked my Titi and I was forced again to give him my lips. I still kept running constantly, because my butt was burning. In the end I promised that I will not say mama. He said that everything would have been angry if I say, and what it all will remember. When we returned, my mother said that my eyes a bit red, but I told her that its because Ive laughed and rubbed them. She was very pleased that I was entertained. I wanted to tell her everything that happened, but then thought that she, too, after all, can call me a child. My priest has done more ... Im just confident in this. I asked my mother if she sticks out. Mom laughed and said that all the young ladies so.

DIARY Sir Roger

What a strange fellow, this Mansfield ... But they say the same as all the weird guys (besides us. But in his case its true. Этакий listless, lacking form and, moreover, he was clearly under the thumb of his sisters. When I went to him today on a visit then had a little conversation with him, banal, as usual. Under the pretext that he needed to check the account name, it soon disappeared behind the door, and I was left alone among the male chicken coop, and took communion satisfaction pro-outcomes in its sluggish and disconnected conversations . Muriel asked if I could tell in the dark Daisy and Sylvia. I am very well understood where she was driving at, but pretended not to understand, and with all the good-dushiem replied that I could understand them even on the soles of his feet. Then said Jane with questions about other details of anatomy, however, I began to yawn and pretended not to hear the question. I have a view that there are things that can be discussed in the bed or in a loving embrace, but not in the living room. Perhaps this is somewhat old-fashioned. Im not sure. Celia must tomorrow to visit Muriel. She, naturally fol-lows, embarrassed with my presence. She did not even let me take her to the place, but back in our carriage to arrive, Sylvia. And really, how good it would be see it here! Her most that on a divine mouth. I remember how he and Daisy kissing on the lawn: a wonderful bucolic scene. The young girl, no doubt, often indulge in such pleasures. I heard about that a lot of stories, such as those about the maid, enjoying each other when there are no men in the neighborhood. The fact that I do not know for sure what tomorrow will want to Celia, and Ill think about it constantly. All this makes a man terribly restless. Daisy few rassuponilas after our to the latest call. The blame for this, probably I am. I have already crossed all permissible limits in their all too frequent kisses and hugs her breasts, which are surprisingly grown up and rounded. I swear by Jupiter-rum! I suspect that there have already made their own hands and Muriel and Jane. I can not think about it, and so alone with it puts me more and more.

DIARY MAURICE

What a delight to kiss and hug a young girl who does not even know that she is satisfied or not! Amy is really an ideal subject of these favorite games. I sex-Guy, that I support her in the right spirit, not to mention her mother, who herself sufficiently stuck to throw stones at others. Before we returned home, I saw Amy with all the good-dushiem that she had received her first spanking - and can burn the on-again. What kind of embarrassment in her eyes! She is too shy to completely reject someones advances. Evelyn knows how to handle it, and we will achieve this progress. You can expect the very bright future for such a young and tasty creation. If you stay with her rather strict in moments of possible rebellion on her part, she will learn.

DIARY EVELIN

I must say that the young Richard is very nice-looking young man and, as expected, charmingly awkward in my presence. He probably thought that he was released to run in what was quickly disappointed. I told him that I have something to show him, its very intrigued him and led him into his second bedroom, located somewhat apart from the places to which dares to interfere with Maurice, and represents my personal possession. There we were waiting Claudia, in such attire, or its absence, which forced Richard to suppress and to achieve deep shades of purple paint. Claude Basque shirt was black, lined with graceful braid, and the top comes into flirting with her nipples, delightful acting, at that time, both at the bottom of the bush remained naked, or would be established if Claude was not white silk trousers, in a tone stockings. Black boots, buttoned all buttoned up to the knees, now supplement this with stunning and demanding that passionate femininity, which you could wish for. While Richard continued to hiccup, and Claudia got up from that bed on which she play the fool, I locked the door. This sound made him turn around so abruptly, that I immediately took that cold type who always said Maurice. This same, is not it? It is well fused? asked Claude, instruct me in all the subtleties. I replied that this is the same villain. In this neck of Richard heard some muffled sob, at the time, as his knees visibly trembled. As for his willingness to appear before the most demanding of ladies, I continued, in that we have yet to see. Then Claudia came up to him, swinging her hips as her stomach did not go up close to his own, while, as I approached him from behind and grabbed him by the waist. If it remained at least some remnants of the considerations he would have realized that he was in the same position as the sodden once Deirdre. You will be silent and not going to protest, and not what your mom hears about this, I said. Oh, madam, what are you? he gasped, because Claudia immediately began skillfully to unbutton his pants. As a result, his pants fell to his knees, his shirt was bunched, and the penis and everything else has given us. During this procedure, I kept one arm around his waist and the other very quickly grabbed his hair, which naturally made him a squeak of surprise, then already in full wail for mercy. Quietly, the young bumpkin, youre at school, hissed at him Claude, forcing him to curdle, because right now with this expertly grabbed his cock, which he immediately grew up to the necessary proportions. In fact, I have flashed the thought that sweet Deirdre was, in general, can not complain. Im holding. Take a bottle, I said to Claudia. This was necessary not so much to her already well on our plot, but the young master Richard. No! heard him scream, because she immediately took a glass jar of the dressing-table beside the bed. Neck of the bottle comfortably bent in such a way that it has often употреб-Lyalya for such purposes. By Richard screams, which I always kept a tight curls, the neck of the vessel was put on the swollen tip nyrnuvshy there all his flesh, so that left just a little place for a solid grasp of Claude. His knees trembled young gentleman, Richard even stronger, and he himself twitched up and down, while Claudia began to pump it. His position must have been very uncomfortable for him, because I immediately fielded his knee into his back as a way to keep it in balance and unable to resist the methodical efforts of Claude. I think that in less than forty seconds, when he finally bestowed his courage, greyish formed a puddle at the bottom of the bottle. At this point, of course, Richard was totally relaxed, and I had no trouble quietly throw in his hands behind his back. At this time, Claudia has supported his hair, still holding the bottle to his boy, although it seems to be, and full. Here, finally, came the sound of his piteous cries when we put him on the bed, gently inclining the vessel at an angle to its rapidly decreasing term. Mom! Wildly bleated it to our mutual delight. Your dear mama would never want to see you in such a sorry state, I said. And God forbid such a case, oneself to. Then, turning to Claudia, I added to it. His term will clearly require constant exercise. He should do better than this. What a pitiful performance! Please, dear, not whether you will look after him at the time? Every hour? To the greatest pleasure. At colt in the balls should still be a lot of things: otherwise it is not for us any good. Must, my Doberman can do more of this! once judged to Claudia, until then, Richard was white, then blushed like a girl, whose first time in life lowered trousers. So, every hour. I leave it to you. You can give him bread and milk, but nothing more. Look, the next time was better! I sternly looked at Richard. Also seen for his bath needed, I added even more severely Claudia, which is not smorgnula. To do this, I have a collar: it will creep up behind me in the corridor and up closet. Four times during this day was, he is unleashed from its stocks. Apparently, nothing better to expect from him is not necessary yet, and until we left him to sleep, still bound and completely exhausted. However, for a young gentleman, Richard is just the beginning. Maurice quietly passes by the door, behind which is locked, Richard, and do not want to see him. He rightly remarked that it my own small business. I allowed him today to celebrate the night with Claude. She is always so good at spinning between us. So, my hands are full, in all senses, pleasant duties. What will see.

Chapter Twelve

DIARY OF PHILIP

I am surrounded by darkness, in which he allowed himself to plunge. Dear Sylvia went to the time to visit his girlfriend Daisy, and Im glad. The danger that it finds the horror of my being-ing more throws me into the hands of Muriel and Jane. Minute of extreme discomfort came to me in the evening, when Sylvia came time to wish me good night. Teti told her, she said that my novel is moving. The poor child was nothing more to say and obviously her aunt set up on this conversation. My desk was covered with papers, on which I was forced, though without much success, to appease angry desires Muriel and Jane. Sylvia sat down on touching my lap and tried to bury them, to show your interest in my work. I was not ready for this, and hastened to cover the damned paper, to her dismay, justifying the fact that there still is nothing to read. But Papa, they say, that youre a good writer, proudly remarked Sylvia, not daring, fortunately, to penetrate further into my secrets. I had to take the humiliating duty to explain to her that I can show her only the best of what I write. It seems like the recognition of its role of strict criticism. Ridiculous situation! Moreover, it is so, according to his girls usual twisting on my lap, which caused me some physical concerns. Her robe under her dress is now minimal, and therefore heat and circle the backside felt in spite of the cloth. At the same time, I could not bring myself to remove her from his knees, coming into greater confusion, which she could not help noticing. Just at this moment and invaded Muriel, with the threshold sending Sylvia sleep their lovely Hushaby, as the silly proverb. Last and Sylvia fell wet kiss on my lips, and then she jumped off my knees, forcing me to clear rebel on her lower cheeks raised. I blushed, but she, fortunately, did not look back. Hardly had time to close the door behind her, like Muriel stared at my miserable condition and stated that to her delight, I finally bought a firm attitude towards women. I did not answer. I clenched my teeth and put a leg over the other, if in my situation, it was possible. I was ordered to present from which I refused, but then was forced to surrender, though he was afraid of what Sylvia to come back and see my gun ready to burst. (To my shame I must admit that my sister congratulations to me for these rows.) My stubborn buoy was then taken into the hands tenderly and to fear is delicious. There are times, now too often, when you derive a boundary of pride and shame. Muriel leaned over my chair, clenching my hand and rubbing his penis downward. Do you confess to thoughts? she laughed, very up-freestyle because it seemed pleasant reservation. I shook my head. My cheeks with new force poured flush. I learned quite well how weak I am in her hands. My hips began to twitch against my will. Poor, poor thing dear Silvia ... Put her in such pain-Shua, a bad thing ... No! I choked. At this she laughed her cruel laugh, and, pulling out of the gate cambric handkerchief, firmly tied them to my quivering erection. No? What. Okay, Ill leave all this way and come back in half an hour to verify that you are not there napachkal. With that she walked away, leaving me with testicles, focused on desire. When she left the room, I heard her calling: Jane, I want you to tell you something! I do not have to guess what she wants to tell. My name and the name of sweet Sylvia will izmarany most unscrupulous manner. And, alas, just at that moment my balls before the crushed a chair, a buoy may burn so white hot that I could not longer control himself and splashed heavily tied a handkerchief. Seat beneath me shaken, that was the seminal force of the eruption. My penis is wet and fell down. Waves of ineffable pleasure giving way to weakness, and then to my horror of what punishment will follow, as soon as Muriel returned to the room. It is, quite accurately, will ascribe my weakness proof of her words. I Libertina, which should be kept under control ... Thats what they declared to Jane, despite the fact that they know the true nature of facts. Deirdre has not yet responded to my letter, but I still live with hope. Compared with these two it was simply an angel of modesty. I do not care that my sister will read these words. They will scoff at hypocrisy, which I do not have, and then make me like a dog lick their bottoms.

DIARY Celia

After a test of unspeakable passions I passed! I sobbed, I protested, I loved, was compelled, all in one long, long day, the like of which has not been in my life. First, Muriel lull me with your love art. Her tongue, her thighs, her breasts, her ass was all mine, as mine in the ought-to her. We lay in bed naked, forgetting everything else in the world. Our languages. Mate, our fingers were looking for. Several times she was tormented by my anus, but I weakly protested that I do not like this. I must learn, she said, including a magnificent flowering of kisses, a rolling on the bed, that I just could not bring myself to say no. Let me bring to thee rose petals, she gasped. Co-Committed not knowing what she meant, I allowed her to entertain me on my knees, but this time it slipped beneath me and put a folded tip of his tongue between my bottom cheeks ... Oh, this feeling! Stop! Its too nice! I murmured imprudently, to which she replied: Of course, my joy, but you have to get even better. Here, for the door she heard someone fall and I tried to jump, but Muriel in a flash turned on me, first astride me, and then turned around so that, squeezing my shoulders, legs and hands, she took possession of my thighs. Then to my horror saw that the room had to go a certain gentleman, completely naked and with a raised member. And worst of all, he was not alone, and then, as he entered, was one of the strangest sights in my life. His neck, pulling tight leather collar, which was a steel chain, and her sister was holding the free end of Muriel, covered with a transparent gown, drew her breasts and a dark bush. Well, quick! she cried to him. He seems to have been in some sort of clouded, very similar to that which began to feel myself. Im kicking and trying to throw off Muriel, to use all my strength, but under the weight of her backside all my attempts were unsuccessful. Do not let him! I squeaked into the void, because it has already summed up right behind me, and he, under the leadership of Jane, helped to lift my hips more, so that my shameless ass before him completely. I lubricated her ass with saliva as you cock it ... And now putting it there, my dear. Her hole is too small, because there is nothing there. Hold it right! It should bring a wonderful lady, all the fun and good! Muriel noticed. NO! I screamed, but its too late. The cheeks of my backside had been rudely divorced. His tip is indeed a very wet, and dared to make an attack there. I cried, I asked, but in vain. Muriel tighter sat in his seat, placing his knees on either side of the bed, while helpless as my seat was the first inch of his rigid, meaty Cola; it firmly. Oh, dear God, what sensations seized me by the entrance husband-sky naisekretneyshee gun in my lap! At first I felt a burning sensation. It was like a cork on a long and very swollen cork. I heard he gritted his teeth. Еще три дюйма пуль-сирующего желания продвинулись и замерли на время, чтобы она попривыкла, как выразилась Джейн, обладающая странной властью над джентльменом если, конечно, можно его так назвать. Поработай балдой немного туда и сюда, тихо-тихо, а потом, медленно, дай ей еще, проговорила Джейн, пока я застонала, за-крыла глаза и стиснула зубы на это грубое, бесстыдное вторжение. Его слон и правда прошелся на дюйм или два туда и сюда, облегчив до некоторой степени мой пассаж, так, что жжение утихло и исчезло. Я ощутила себя странным образом исполненной, запеча-танной, и все же это было несравнимо с тем, что началось, когда эрегированный пенис затем прошел дальше, под мои стоны прекратить все это. Почти есть! воскликнула Мюриэл, подавшись, как я почув-ствовала, вперед, чтобы разглядеть все в подробностях. Самец испустил какое-то проклятье, которого я не поняла. Он тяжело дышал, и я тоже задышала тяжело. Я почувствовала, что его шары вплотную свесились над моей липкой щелью, и поняла, что он уже совсем дома. Джейн снова приказала ему застыть, и я почув-ствовала пульсацию кипящего орудия, которая непонятным мне кол-довством расширила мою заднюю дыру. А теперь пользуй ее, и медленно, ибо она божественное создание, которого ты иначе недостоин даже и прикоснуться, пос-лышался голос Джейн. Я сама не могла ничего больше произносить. Полный заход его парня, кажется, извел из меня все дыхание, хотя бы даже и на время. После длительного погребения он медленно начал ворочать им в разные стороны, в то время, как я кусала себе локти от сладкого и томительного ощущения, которое нашла совершенно отличным и более постыдным, чем обычная обработка моего передника. Наши стоны смешались. Нежно поработай бедрами, моя драго-ценная, посоветовала мне Мюриэл, ущипнув меня за левую ягоди цу. Не помню, чтобы я что-нибудь говорила, кроме издаваемых мною звуков и тихих завываний, о которых она впоследствии говорила, что они показались ей прекраснейшими из всех, которые она когда-нибудь слышала. К своему стыду, я поняла, что начинаю сдаваться на волю злобного акта и того переменчивого ощущения, которое он несет с собой. Долгая, долгая минута этих тихих пистонов прошла прежде, чем мой задний ход поневоле ответил его оружию. Затем по приказу (потому что это можно было назвать только приказом) Джейн он принялся качать меня весьма быстрее, заставив мой зад биться о его живот, в то время, как пробка так и заходила туда и сюда. Здесь Мюриэл сошла со своего седла и снова скользнула под меня, приблизив свои горячие и сладкие губы к моим. Enjoy! шепнула она мне в рот. На какое-то мгновение я еще боролась между притворством моего отчаяния и удовольствием, которое уже овладело мной. Мое дыхание наполнило ее рот, мой зад заработал. Снова вихревые движения ее языка вызвали мой ответ. Самец задышал еще громче, заставив Джейн скомандовать ему: Не так скоро. И...ДИИИ! подавилась я. Я издавала про себя самые нелепые восклицания, как бы их хорошо не принимала Мюриэл, которая гладила мои повисшие груди, изливая языком и губами такую волну страсти, что я больше не сомневалась в ее искренности доставить мне удовольствие, а не подвергнуть меня, как я сперва подозревала, грубому нападению. Моя щелка задергалась. Прошло даже немного времени, прежде чем я смогла это заметить. Рука Мюриэл слепо прошла под мой живот, нашла мои кудри и потом точку. Как только ее пальцы провели по ней круг, я разразилась целым дождиком любовного сока.

Give it here! she said from under me. Deep and muffled sound was heard from the gentleman. It should get every drop, he heard the voice of Jane, for that he was seriously shaken, and brought my lower cheek quite close to her stomach, and burst into such a dense, hot stream of what I never knew of Rogers more appropriate to this moment. Ah, yes ... I confess that it was great. It is true, as Jane and then said that since the introduction of better feel brave juice than normal. I felt every fountain, every splash, every new wave of long, stretchy, thick sperm, until, when finally her last pearl drops penetrated into my close a hole, all the while he was breathing heavily, as after the jump. Now back, and very quiet! commanded him to Jane, to which he obediently, inch by inch, retreated, so that I fully felt the loss and desolation of my dammed ass. Cone slipped out of me, and I fell down, feeling like his warm juices are bubbling out of me very sweet way. I shut my painted face-Neves, and Muriel slipped out from under me, and brought his face close to mine. See how this is nice! smiled. I do not know what to say. Who? At first, I foolishly asked, clutching my burning bottom cheeks, which still beating the same feeling. Regardless, my love, if you enjoyed this. Believe me, this was my only intention. Let Roger will continue your benefactor ... Henceforth called his priest, and he doubled his pleasure that you can also renew and those gentlemen with whom I can get you komit cognition. But you do me a libertine! I replied. Libertine, right? Nonsense! It is a word invented by sanctimony. It does not fit the reality. Life is short ... On-slazhdaysya it, as you can, and will not encumber themselves judgments void of understanding. You unesesh home with most charming memories of pleasure, to which I myself communion. Do you understand that? She rolled on me to speak, and pulled me on top. The tip of her tongue went around my lips. Her taut nipples stung my own. Yes, but ... I started poorly, which she threw back her hair, blooming and laughed loudly. No buts, my joy, but only delight. Ill take you to even greater. Trust me! I want to, but do not dare, I said very quietly, although it can be read and from my eyes. What more could be said, was drowned in a long kiss. Once again, I uttered in response to its tender ointments and felt the full weakness, somnolence, in which I lost and again found. When I returned home, they found there, Roger, very thoughtfully First, how would chide ye with me for a change of mood. However, my fears soon melted away. Still, I could feel some guilt and wanted to confess all full, no matter how angry it had not caused. As soon as I was of the word recognition, he brought his finger to my lips. This is not a court, and the house of love: you have nothing to confess, he said. Whatever may have been sweet to me these words of his, I could not conceal from him that allowed itself to something that did not allow him for years. But my dear, I must tell you ... I began. No, should not, Celia, for if the box is opened once, there are too many things can fall out. Do not you? Not all whether we have a confession? And what we will gain from this? I silently fell into his strong arms. After these words he can not do anything bad. The temptation, and to my surprise, a very strong, inviting him back began to overcome me. However, to do so and so, too, soon would be a kind of recognition. Passion will make him very soon to try to capture me in a way: I know. Let the moment come on as usual. I told him not refuse. I even hospitably opened the gates of the beast so suddenly my appeal to this belief. If I have, in a confession to itself, so is that now when I write this, my lower cheeks at the thought pleased compressed.