Shirley knew what I was doing and worked with me by lifting her legs placing her heels on my back allowing Ted to see that I had penetrated her. I sup...orted her with a hand on each of her but cheeks.I started to move very slowly in then out of her. It was then that I heard a slight noise like a moan. Shirley pulled her head back slightly and smiled at me. She seemed to be enjoying teasing her husband. She whispered quietly in my ear, “He’s watching us isn’t he?” “Yep, he’s right behind. Her words had forced my cock to swell and release copious amounts of cum splashing against the palm of my hand, and I was sure I had made some audible noise. Any noise that I had made though were clearly covered by my daughters pleas and the sound of the woman telling her lovers that she was so full of their thick cocks. My cock now limp, I watched idly as my daughter continued to rub her soaking pussy. I finally decided that I had watched enough and backed away from her door, heading back to. She moved around in the seat, and slowly her skirt creped up, I wondered what colour her panties were, I knew her bra was white as I could see it thought her white blouse. About an hour into the journey, she suddenly moved, her skirt went higher and I caught a glimpse of her orange panties. It did not last long, she moved again, and then woke up, had she been asleep when she flashed her knickers? We arrived back at the office at 3.30p.m.and I said I was not coming in, but would see her. 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..