I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t weari...g a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh.“Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?”“Yes,” I replied. He nodded and asked my name. Then he asked me what I did for a living etc. and as he spoke, his hand rested idly on my thigh and began to caress my cock.I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about. But something else was starting to happenThe cock in my bottom was giving me only discomfort now, not pain, and along with the big cock buried deep in my pussy,it was STARTING to turn into pleasure. It was mixed in with a feeling of mild panic, boiling up.I began to sieze a bit of control, moving up and down on Brian's big cock, while whoever was behind me, was pushing in and out,of my tight arse on .. the downstroke as it were. The stranger behind me was suitably surprised when I reachedback. Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher. However, I want both of you to come to the south with me. Will you do that?" When is this to take place?" Marie asked."Not immediately, Marie. I think in a month or two — perhaps. It's still kind of up in the air in my mind. I'm competing for another major project that will probably be in the south, and there are one or two smaller jobs on the horizon that you already know about — those private installations."The change really doesn't depend on getting those jobs; I just haven't completely.