Molly, no one wants you to manipulate your self. No longer your diary, not your self, and absolutely not Diana. All we desire is so that it’s good to give in to your desires and rip off her costume, spread her legs apart, and plant your honest mouth on Diana’s wet, yearning lips. Accelerate that tongue along her clit, fondle her titties as she moans your title. Give in to desire, temptation, lust. Invent it memorable and we are going to memoir it for posterity. Her perky nipples between your enamel in the softest chunk will invent it payment the threat.