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Monday, Jul. 07, 2003 - 4:53 p.m.
Skeeters
I spent this weekend with James, Kevin, Todd, and Greg at James' cottage up north. I was going to link to pictures of each of them, but then decided against it .. after all, they may like a small, friendly audience watching all of their nekkid antics, but I'm not sure they're prepared for the audience my diary has, an audience that surprises even me.Anyway, it was fun. I got to hear stories about masturbatory techniques. Wheee! Not as many girls will chat candidly about that. Though during the girls' weekend in Wasaga we did watch some unintentionally hilarious sex program and then talked about that a bit. So now I know who likes to be on top, who likes it first thing in the morning, and who only does it missionary position with the lights off. I also know how big all of their boyfriends' penises are. Heeeee! So now I have all these mosquito bites. They started off small, but I scratched them too much, so now they're all the size of golf balls. They got me through my jeans, too. It's really sexy. Who wants to see? I'm going back to Soggyville to visit James tonight. Not sure what we'll end up doing (after ALL THE SEX, that is). Anyway, I'd best be going. Happy Monday.
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