It was clear on arriving at the park that the rain had put off all the usual dogwalkers, they were alone on the common for what seemed the first time ...n ages.John let the dogs out who immediately disappeared into the bracken,he waited a few minutes,Laura still hadnt appeared.John opened the car door," what are you doing"? he asked even though it was clear she was texting. Laura skirt had ridden high up to her crotch now revealing her white panties. John shifted uncomfortably as he shifted his. 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. Or was it to help myself?Her nightmare lasted for a good 15 minutes or so, and then stopped. I sighed. Five more minutes and I would have gone in there anyway.I closed my eyes and returned to sleep.---I had a dream that I was in my own bed and Reg was with me, as my wife. She kissed me and took my hard cock into her hand, stroking it, readying herself to mount me.As she did I woke up on the couch, but Reg was actually on top of me, her slick, warm pussy sliding down my already hard cock! We. I pulled them out of my drawer and put my reading light on, laying in in bed in my panties and t-shirt, looking at my beautiful young mom putting her fingers inside Mrs. Kendall. How far did it go between them? Were they a thing before she met dad? Did he even know about them? My hand found its way down to my panties, rubbing myself gently through them as I examined every detail. They were just so fucking sexy! My mom's sandy blonde hair, teased and layered, her puffy nipples, standing out from.