Chapter six

PHILIP MANSFIELD DIARY

SYLVIA DIARY

Dad behaves very strange. Maybe all this is because he lacks a mother, but I do not think so. He never mentions her and only once, somewhat sadly, asked if I would go to Liverpool for Christmas. Here is another problem! I do not think that he really liked my aunts, but I love them. Maybe this is not necessary. They sometimes behave very badly with me, especially in bed, but I’ve grown up enough to play prankster. So says Aunt Muriel. She says that most of the ladies are just like that, but they don’t always show it in public. You never know what the beauty is, she says. They rub their things about mine, and it's very nice. Maybe I don't need to write this down. And besides, I think mom always behaved well. Rose told me very bad, terrible. She said that when she put the napkin on her lap, she felt his thing and she was very hard! I did not tell her that he kissed me in the closet and that I felt her too. Besides, it could be just a big key. Aunt Jane asked if he touched me in the dark for the ass. I said: “Of course not!” But I can’t remember exactly. It was all so fast. I had nothing against him kissing me. I once sat on his lap, but he apparently didn’t like it anymore. Last night I wore black stockings. I still have new pantas, pink. Aunt Jane said some rudeness about my pony. It never occurred to me to look in there. But it is, nevertheless, very large, and sometimes begins to shine. “This is Nature and nothing terrible,” they say. The saddle rubs me between my legs, and that makes it sometimes hot. Aunt Muriel says that it is useful to me and that I should move my booty back and forth at this time, as when she does her tongue there. Rosa and I were in bed with them yesterday. I heard her moans, I am glad that she is as bad as I am. Now I am not ashamed.

PHILIP DIARY

There is no salvation for me in my own house. Maybe never was: perhaps I am my own prisoner. I am haunted, trapped, I do not know where to run, and I spend a lot of time on the couch in my office, in complete despair while laughter is heard around me, jokes that make me feel even more regrettable than ever. My writing has been interrupted. Even a personalized manuscript seems even more wooden than it once seemed. I cannot read it with my fading eyes, but for some reason, oh, horror, I start to read through the eyes of Muriel and Jane, which induce me to write things that I cannot write. Women have a body, dear, and lips. Picture them as they are, and not like mannequins in stores ready-made dresses. I curse myself for arguing with them about this, but it is not always possible to remain silent. They know how to talk, forcing them to answer questions that at first seem innocent, but then turn around in a completely different way. Can you describe female lips? asked Jane. At first I didn’t answer her, but said to the repeated question that, of course, I can. Such a writer craft. True? Then describe my ... or Muriel ... or even Sylvia's lips. Passionate, soft, warm, here and there moistened with honey moisture. You see, I don’t have the art of the word that you brag about, but I can say something that you can’t write. As for the hips ... Enough, please! I will not write immorality, I replied as calmly as I could. The hour was late. She was wearing a peignoir. Through his folds, or through the fog of his folds, if she would like it more, I considered that she was wearing only stockings and a shirt. With every movement of her legs I am. could see what a gentleman should not see: this sinful darkness between the thighs. The stomach was also quite visible. Yes, you burqa, Philip.For other women it is nothing, but a man is not necessary. Conversing in this way, she walked around me and stood behind me, because I managed to jump from the couch and sit on a simple chair. Now something fell on my face and wrapped around my neck, almost suffocating. It was a silk belt of her peignoir. I began to resist zealously, begging her to stop these silly games. But I still could not hook this belt with my fingers. For God's sake, I find it hard to breathe, I wheezed. Through the curved back of the chair, she pressed her knee into my back. Here Muriel came in and locked the door, rushed toward me. She was also wearing a dressing gown, and under it were just stockings with garters and button-up boots that reached to her knees. Her look was so wicked that my eyes widened. I tried again to break the rope. Jane's knee hurt painfully in the back, and a long split appeared in Muriel’s hand. In an instant, I was their prisoner, because Muriel, quickly stooping, tied my legs to a chair. O deceit, evil deeds! She knew all too well that I could not hit a woman with my foot or hand, and hit as much as I wanted. I was only trying in vain, unable to act as cruel as they are. With one hand, Jane squeezed the belt even more, while the other suddenly grabbed my hair. No, no, I will not write about it ... Shameful, terrible deed. Let the sky fall on their heads for this cunning and anger. I was left to lie, weak, stunned by the treacherous act that turned me into an insignificant and obedient lump. Even now, at the recollection of this, my hands are shaking.

DIARY JANE

What a lovely penis Philip has! Dear poor idiot, he tried to hide his pleasure, but he failed, and he burst into snot like a boy while Muriel was pumping out his tanks and sucking his sperm with his bad crack. If she hadn't exhausted him so much, I would have taken my share too. However, the chair made a roar. I was afraid Sylvia would wake up. In addition, in the office of Philip terribly creaks floor. We should not do it there. As he shook his head wildly (or at least tried!), When Muriel dropped her negligee and unbuttoned the buttons on his pants, sipping his gun until it threw up, as it should, before the game, and the knob did not turn red, did not become so shiny and wet, like a greedy woman. Pale blue veins proudly swelled at its base. And now, my love ... said Muriel. His legs were pulled together, so she managed to crouch over him almost on horseback, which caused her titties to sway right at his nose when she ran her hand down to bring the gun to the right position at the rolled lips under her bush. God, how he wheezed, wheezed and twitched all this time! Unhurriedly, she crushed his balls, a bit squeezed, but that was why they looked even bigger and more appetizing. Just a minute, Phillip, said to Muriel, as if he himself longed to continue. With what mind she sometimes starts such gentle conversations, quiet touches ... It was she who first seduced Uncle Reggie then, and then she led me to his bed. Not! Philip managed to moan when at last Muriel took the pink lips without a trace of his knob; her eyes were closed, and her legs trembled from this ineffable shkodnogo contact. Oh, how nice! she mumbled. I lowered Philip's leash and put my hands on his shoulders, then leaned over and kissed her sister on the lips. Our languages ​​began to play. Her arms wrapped around him and, thus, tied Philip. Oh my god oh my god he moaned the fool who was led to Paradise! Fuck me good, Phillip, because you so want, Muriel breathed. Her hips smoothly rose and fell. I saw his cock slip, and then again sank in the narrow crevice of her apron, while he completely turned his face away. Don't hold him anymore Jane. I'll swing it. I'll make him cum, she said. Her voice grew stronger. She intended to bother him hard, and did it. However, he was so unhappy and so agitated (although, I am sure, he will deny it to the end), that he dips faster than she needed.From the expression of his face and from her compressed cheekbones, I realized ...