The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of th...s journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. When I looked down to see which twin it was this time, I automatically smiled at the seven year old, part of a friendly empathic good morning which she echoed back.As usual, my back was complaining from having lain on it so long, but waited for the twin to finish before getting up and doing my morning stretches.Some men would consider my position to be one of pure bliss. Day after day having nothing to do but eat, sleep, and lay flat on my back while a pair of twins used their brainwashing. ” I wished I had accepted her beer.“Or, is there something else? Is there? I mean … you know ...” She paused again. “The other."Other? What? “Bryan. I'm not stupid. I know about ‘the other’.” I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knees. Her smile was friendly. “Silly boy. Of course I noticed.” “Those vacant eyes. How you watch her.” She was close enough for me to smell beer on her breath. “The panty lines.”“Wh … what … ?”“Panty. He said why don't you kiss it , I said no , he then held my shoulders an said kiss it ! so I got down on my knees as He push my face into his cock and balls , so I did as He said , then he said now lick it , I ran my tongue over it tasting His pre cum , he said lick it all over I did as I was told , He then pushed me over to the sofa , now kiss my ass , I did , an then he held his cheeks wide an said now in my crack , I now tongued up an down his ass crack , He said lie down when I did He.