I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions. vanessaevans69@hotmail.com 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 Internet looking for ideas black for little adventures or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one fucked hard 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 Hardcore (well, the features that you can see when I’ve got some clothes on) and that my face is quite young looking. amateur 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 me to a comprehensive school at the other side of town and I signed-up for Computer Literacy Course. He girlfriend 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 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. I got all excited thinking 'wow, legitimate flashing’. Without even talking to me Jon and the teacher agreed that I’d pose for the class on each Monday evening for the next 4 weeks. This is what happened at the classes – well the interesting bits. Computer Class I was just starting to put some clothes on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to wear a blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite baggy and he told me not to fasten the top 3 buttons. “Yes,” she whimpered and reached behind her. As James orgasmed, he pumped twice more into Lindsay's warm embrace before pulling out and shooting the remainder of his cum in long ropes across both girls' bodies, covering them with his semen for the second time. Her pussy oozed girl-fluids down the legs of her swimsuit. “The University of Az. Oh and please bring your dogs.. Both men came inside her in unison. The soft shirt peaked, revealing a chest a little further out and a little fuller than black one would expect, from such a thin guys frame. I was a young mum and enjoyed my time at home alone with my daughter. This… This was all so… so lewd and, for the lack of a better word, amateur naughty. Excitement flashed through her as she spoke. I would love to lick them. I was almost speechless, this Hardcore was my first sex encounter and I was petrified to talk. fucked hard girlfriend