. what's that say?" I said as I pointed towardsome extremely small text at the bottom of the paper.We both squinted to make it out.It read: Epistle to...the Son of the Wolf, 30"What's that mean?" Mike asked."I don't know. Looks like some kind of scripture . . . don't youthink?" I guess, but I've never heard of it though . . . have you?" No" I said. "I'm not going to worry about it. It's probably justsome favorite passage by the Monk that wrote this. No big deal." I don't know . . . I mean,. It looked yummy. I replied ‘oh it’s cool, you guys are healthy people enjoying each other’ I said as I walked by. Later that evening, I heard a knock at the door. It was his girlfriend Myriam. She asked if she could talk to me, I said sure. She came in and sat on the bed. I could smell her pricey yummy perfume. She went on to say: ‘Sorry about earlier, you know, Mike and I sort of have an open relationship, and I was thinking I can get you a woman if you want. I have a lot of friends. Most are. Chapter 2: What happened last night. As I was reading or at least trying to read my grandfather'sjournal entries I was trying to recreate a formula my grandfather used,but I was not having a lot of luck. Apparently the estrogen and thetestosterone were blocking each other so I knew I had increase one ordecrease the other. So I tried to increase the testosterone and leavethe estrogen alone but nothing happened, same when I tried the otherway. I then tried to increase the estrogen and decrease. That night I tossed and turned trying to sleep but those damn stories kept popping into my mind. Eventually I fell asleep but it was a troubled sleep. I woke up the next morning just as tired as the night before.After seeing everyone off, I took the magazine out of the drawer and carefully read the stories again. I found myself playing with my tits before I let my fingers stroke my wet panties. I stood up and took them off and laid back down, fingering my engorged pussy until I exploded.When I.