I kicked off my shoes and took off my jogging top and embraced her. I kissed her lips and her lipstick against my lips was like a magnet; I didn’t w...nt to break away. Her tongue met mine and my palms filled with her magnificent breasts. I bent my legs and leaned down to press my face into her cleavage. There I discovered was the source of the perfume. My lips trailed across one breast toward a nipple but her hands gently touched the top of my head and then my shoulders as she pushed me down. It must’ve been around 5:00 when I dozed off. The night before had been one of my sleepless nights and now I slept like a baby. I woke up around two hours later. I knew his movie was to be over soon. All that had happened between us the last couple days, it was a game, going back and forth, us (or at least me) getting aroused and pulling away. I knew sex might ruin our friendship, but I would always regret it if I didn’t try and see what would happen. Charlie was the sweet type, but I had to. But could not do that because my dick was thick so it didn’t went easly I tired and tired but could not put inside her so I was giving her harder push and stocking her hard and hard then it went half inside she was shouting it was paining a lot so I asked can I take out she no don’t she say give me hard stocks so slowly was giving her stocks she was shouting with pain and pleasure all three of us enjoying that.Then I stood up and went and sat on chair the both also stopped came to me then she. Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende.