My second orgasm of the day washed over me as I felt his cum pumping into my inner cunt. As we calmed down, with him still inside me and on top of me,...I realised that the bed was moving. I looked and saw that Brad and Wendy were fucking beside us. Brad must have got out of bed and walked around to Wendys side of the bed. Judging by her moans, she seemed to be enjoying herself very much. It was Sunday morning. After breakfast Brad and Wendy left to pack for a months stay with me and Fred started. However, the proximity of the other people kept her from doing it.She told me that Samuel is tall and muscular, and appears to be well endowed. He is very aggressive and she liked that. She told me it was hard for her to control herself and not to make love to him right then. She also said she will tell me all they do. Mmmm, I love this.Natalia told me that after that Samuel and her went to the balcony where they could talk. She told Samuel that she would discuss their desires with me and ask. Patrick drove a bit and parked where it was clear that others had parked. This hills were visible to the east, but there was no trace of the village. Jos led Patrick to the trace of the fire. The stones and ashes were there.“Gone.”“It was, but is no more.”“I did not dream it.”“No. Nor did boobook, frogmouth, wallaby, nor red kangaroo. Let us sit here.“Do you know the word ‘Uunguu’?”“No.”“To the Wunambal Gaambera, Uunguu means ‘living home’ -- it is all the things in Wunambal Gaambera country to. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.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 this 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.