Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Um...chlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende. He knew he was an idiot for cheating on his girlfriend. He really did. She was everything a man could possibly want in a woman – intelligent, witty, fun loving, stunningly beautiful, and rich on top of it all. And what was he? I mean, decent looking guy, okay job, nothing to be ashamed of, but he sure as hell didn't rate Juliet and he knew it. And what did he do? Get caught after hooking up with one of her friends. Sure, Anne was gorgeous, but Juliet was the total package, not just a hot body. The fit was far from perfect, he didn't have the same slender build as me and his cock was hard as it stretched the fine fabric of those tiny pink panties. "It's a shame your wife won't wear it as I think she'd look very sexy." I reached out and began stroking his cock through the soft lace. I had barely wrapped my fingers around his cock, when I felt his body tense as he moaned loudly. His cock twitched as he filled the tiny panties with his cum. As his cock finished twitching I could see his. “oh my god take those off” she demanded. i pulled my shorts and underwear off and she sat my lap facing me. I reached down took my dick and held it up and she sat down on it. “awesome ohh that’s good dude.” she exclaimed. she began to bounce up and down on that dick.” feel that? feel that bouncy booty on that dick? work out work out work it out work it out” she sang happily.“Jesus Brittany mmm baby!” i gasped. “you’re likin it so far?” she asked. “damn it you have no idea how good this shit.