Just as she tried to stop her legs, she reached her peak, her legs last contraction triggering an enormous climax that started deep inside her and spr...ad out, flooding the space between her flexing thighs. Her legs stopped the bouncing rhythm, and clamped tightly shut, then released, then clamped again. Instead of the steady rhythm they had before, they now shook in spastic, irregular spasms. Chloe's body shivered as her orgasm welled up in her, and despite her best efforts, her back arched. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the. I moved to embrace Nora but she pushed against my chest. “Don’t smear my makeup. Someone may become suspicious. I’m afraid we can’t take our time.” She turned around, bent over a chair and presented her rump to me. I took the hint. I stepped up behind her, raised the hem of her dress to her waist and sank my prick balls deep into her steamy snatch. Nora had a tight cunt. She’d either gone without a prick for a while or her husband was pencil-dicked.Damn! I love going bareback. It’s. I was sure it was not like a cows or a dogs. I grabbed a couple of tissues from mothers dressing table to catch the seamen. Using a third tissue to wipe myself I tossed the lot into the wastebasket next to the dressing table. Shortly after my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning, the sun was shining in the east window, lighting the room more brightly than normal. I turned away from the light and found mother next to me. She was facing away from me, sleeping soundly,.