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.. For the first while I spent most of my time longing to get out. Now I'm not so sure I want to.I'm having a hard time getting excited anymore. Maybe it's because I know I'm getting out? My mind is my enemy.---------------------------------------------------------------------January 3rd, 2007Tomorrow! I'll be released tomorrow!How do I feel? Relief that it's finally at an end. Maybe fear at what lies ahead.After all this time, I'll be able to walk out of this cell and out into the sunlight!. I make the mistake of sliding my middle finger in her pussy, And then I get a surprise. Felicia meows and pounces on me, Her hot rough tongue licking my face. "Please, Help me?" She purrs into my ear over and over. She starts sliding her tail along her clit and then she kisses me deeply. Time stops as I return her kiss, I don't care about anything but her lips, Her soft full lips pressing into mine. We continue passionately kissing for a few minutes before her tongue demands entry. I happily. Once she came out Candy asked if there were matching panties. She knew the size that she wanted. I suggested two pair to match her bra because that is what my wife always gets. Candy went back in and put one pair on.When Candy came out she handed me her old panties and said, “Would you put these in the bag please” and walked to the checkout counter with the salesgirl. I couldn’t help but feel how moist they were. My little girl’s panties were moist. I automatically put them to my nose and.