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.. When they were changing into their swimsuits, Beth aggressively moved things forward. She had just grabbed Jill's hand and pulled it to her little waxed wet pussy, while shoving her tongue in Jill's mouth. It was the wildest thing this small town girl had heard of, up to that point. It definitely made a visit to the Carter's sound a lot more interesting.On July 4th I picked up Jill at 5 o'clock and we headed over to the Carter's with our bikinis on under some Metallica t-shirts and cutoffs. I'd. “We’ve got to dash out urgently and Ruff should be walked and do dah’d at this time ... sorry mate but it’s one of those fucking times when we can’t take him.” Faherty agreed, thinking now it’s mate is it? and let Nick bring the black Labrador round, handing him the lead and two black plastic dog shit bags. He had helped them with this duty a couple of times and knew they didn’t like to leave the hound anywhere at any time. As a member of the authority he couldn’t mind picking up the foul. That night, when I was tucked up in my bed with Jamie on top of the duvet, I began to have strange but rather welcoming thoughts.I did wonder just what Andrew may have been thinking when he was not only watching me enjoying the feeling of the warm shower water cascading over my nakedness, but also his thoughts when he was washing my back. I rather liked the feeling of his hands.In time, Andrew became more and more helpful to me in a very discreet and private way. I was beginning to discover.