Dearest Diary

Mrs. Kamm, Love me deadly……………………………………..May 28, 1965 – Muskegon, Michigan

Dear Diary,

Well, Bill McFarland died last night – from a brain aneurysm so they say. We know better. It was my curse that killed him. I just came from the funeral home. It was wonderful. Just me and Bill and nobody else.  I waited till everyone left. Went up to the casket, unzipped his pants and fondled his cock. It was tied with a cord at the bottom. ( I really do not know what that was for) But so what.  I even put my mouth on Bill McFarland’s cock. It was cold but I’m not complaining. I had his big, fat cock in my mouth and that’s more than I can say for some people. If nothing else Bill is indeed circumcised. I also played with Bill’s balls. I tried reaching around to his ass but with Bill laying in the coffin it was just too hard to muster. Lastly, I took a souvenir – a bit of Bill McFarland’s pubic hair. I will place it in a locket and cherish it always.