S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night

Once again, all is quiet. June has her strap around my neck. June, she's waiting, the little vixen. Too quiet though, when she gets going she can get a little loud. Our bellies softly touching. Maybe if I stroke her gently Vicki wont hear us. Softness doesn't work with her. I thrash her violently, Vicki screams at me from upstairs. "Enough with the f-ing banjo, ya weirdo". That ends that. I had fish and chips for dinner tonight, so day 2 is a meatless one.