Four Fishermen Caught A Mermaid And Decided To Shove Their Huge Cocks In Her Gills 2

I don’t always feed only from those who deserve it, of course, but when I can I do. Crying alone in my bed nights, fratching with Trace about blokes, being bollocked by old Mrs B for no reason, missing Mam, Da coming home someday with some woman I’d hate at first sight. But here she was, fully dressed except for her boots and socks, tilted back in the chair with her feet propped on the windowsill. Her jugs stuck out like pears, with nipples that were stiff with the cold, like little bullets. Let Trace talk me into another do like today’s and I’ll give her an earful, see if I don’t. It isn’t an easy life, she said. I’m not like Trace either, who’s never touched a book since school. “Yes,” I said. As I said, this is probably the last time I’ll ever write in this diary.