’ Philo paused and looked thoughtfully in the direction Bowman had taken. He said softly, ‘I never said he had a big reputation.’ * * * It lacke... a few minutes of midnight when Bowman finished rubbing down the exhausted lineback dun and turned it into its home corral. He walked across the narrow yard that separated the barn from the painfully small house, guided by the light from a low-burning lantern left for him by the back door. He stripped off his grimy shirt and undershirt, and doused his. I than reached out and took the big black rod in hand and slowly began to stroke it. It was so long and thick. I gripped it more firmly in my hand and stroked it harder as he moaned and groaned. He begged me to kiss it and I put my lips to the head of his cock and tasted his precum. In the mean time my cock rose up hard and firm oozing out precum between my legs. I lingered with my mouth half open, tasting him, he suddenly grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. I gagged on it as it. 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 accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. A good first impression that is for sure. I hoped she liked putting a voice to the emails as well. Now for you ladies that are hoping for a purely romantic story without any graphic images your going to be disappointed starting about now. Feel free to send me a scathing critique about how I ruined a good story for you. So the weekend came and I was sneaking onto my email to check for new messages. For me this is about the time things took a decided turn. I would be responding to her email and.