BethChapter 100
December 5, 2017 Dear Ms. Diary, [Written December 6] As we girls reached the kitchen, we said somewhat loudly, “Happy Birthday, Old Man!” Since he was, as we girls had hoped, sitting at the table, we coordinated to pull his chair out and turn it somewhat. I straddled his lap, rubbed my crotch on his, and kissed the daylights out of him. I could feel him responding, so while I maintained the kiss, I reached down with my right hand and began fondling his dick. He moaned quietly in my...