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Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then. Both Jon and I have been scouring the blonde Internet looking for ideas for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. The adventure I’m about to describe is when Jon decided that I should further my education a bit by: - Going to Night School If you’ve read my Journal you will know that I’m not a very big person (well, the features that you can see when I’ve got blowjob some clothes on) and that my face is quite young looking. Just before Christmas 2000 I’d lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the building that the salon was in caught fire. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it. Jon took babe me to a comprehensive school at the other side of town and I signed-up for amateur Computer Literacy Course. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs. The next night he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I Hardcore saw all the students sketching a bunch of flowers that was on a desk in the middle of the room I got a little worried and excited. I tried to tell Jon that I was a hopeless artist, but he wouldn’t listen to me. A couple of minutes later the teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still looking for a life model. At first I didn’t twig but as the teacher looked me up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to pose for the class. She began sucking on Mikaela's clit and now it was Mikaela's turn to lose track of things, she still continued to lick Ronja, but the effort was sporadic at best. As I looked through the trees, I saw the small patch of mossy grass was blonde illuminated by the soft glow of a kerosene lamp. Kiran filled mine and Jen’s glasses and then looked at me waiting for permission to pour herself a glass as well. “I know how much you like it in your ass.” She said as she thrusted her tail in my rectum and relocated my g-spot. Dad will rightfully leave you and take everything, you’ll be fired from your job, and uber conservative grandma and grandpa will probably outright disown you. I was too busy looking at Dave to notice Emily whip her thong off. I felt Daryl pull me up as I holstered my weapon. In defiance, I actually spread my legs so he’d have a somewhat better view. One Friday, evening, Melissa told me we needed to open up our sex lives a little further. "Clothes off. Ryan asked me if I was worried that I wouldn’t get it back or that Hardcore I would be humiliated when that happened in front of all those girls and the other men. "Hell they're practically married already," Stacy said facetiously. When he pushed two fingers in their cunts and thumbed their clits they both lost it and powerful orgasms made their knees give way and they went to the mat with his hands still pumping their cunts. You take what Nat gives you." ”Synchronicities Mike! Myself being the gracious host that I was had cooked the food on the BBQ, cleaned the kitchen of all the mess and had finally set up the nights musical entertainment, a mix of all the best tracks from every party album I owned, six babe hours at least of the best pop tracks, blowjob rock tracks and everything else in between to get this party amateur night going. He had woken up to see his first semen discharge in his pants.