“Hi,” she says.“Hi there, nice, um, outfit,” I smile in return.“Thanks,” she giggles. “I am meeting someone and I want her to know I am...ready to fuck her, or whatever else she wants,” she tells me.“Oh my, you wouldn’t be Lucky would you?” I ask her. Her slutty response has turned the juices in my pussy loose; I feel some trickle across my asshole. I am going to have a wet spot on my hem, I smile to myself.“Oh…, yes I am, you aren’t Gracie are you?” she asks looking surprised and very. Can we do that again?”I had to sit down, so I pulled up a milking stool and sat relaxing after my orgasm.“Come over here sis”.I lifted her skirt and put her on my lap.“You can’t ever tell anyone what we did, because we would both be in a heap of trouble”.“How come?”“We just would, so drop it”.“I can feel your cock moving under me. Does it need more pumping?”“It’s because my cock is rubbing against your pussy”.“I saw what the animals were doing. Is that what your cock wants to do to my. Damn you sun! You growled, it wasn't hot enough out for him to take that off. You saw a cute little bug land on his hand and crawl around then he reached for his glasses. This is it! You sat at the edge of the branch holding onto the binoculars tightly in anticipation. He was just about to remove him with you heard a snap. Oh shit.. Followed by the branch breaking under your weight as you tumbled down the tree landing by his feet. Gah way to go dumbass.."Heheh.. hey Shino." you said giving him. 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 Aufregung und Neugierde die Riemen und öffnete den Band.Ich war.