A loud, growling scream burst from Lynn, signaling yet another wave of climax gripping her. She gripped Lee as well, clamping down tight on his thrust...ng cock, pushing him over the edge. Grabbing her thighs tighter where he held them, Lee slammed home one last time, screaming as he reached his peak.Lynn's eyes opened wide and she moaned in delight as she felt the thick spurts of Lee's cum erupting inside her. He jerked with each pulsing spurt, his cream welling up in her depths. After a couple. .ki awaz pure room main dod gyi awaz sun ke hum dono ki hassi na ruk paai,itne main Lilli bathroom main jane lagi to usse utha ni ja rha tha maine uska hath pakad ke usko khada kar diya,lakin who boli mere se chla ni jar ha or gaand v chip chip kar rhai hai maine kaha koi baat nit um fresh ho aayo or main v uske sath hi bathroom main chla gya,maine dekha jab woh bathroom kar rhi thi to uske bathroom main blood ki choti choti droops aaa rhi thi,or uski gaand ne v pichkaari shod di,hum dono room. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. She hadn't been laid in so long she was afraid her pussy might grow shut. Desperate to turn things around she had gone to Frederick's of Hollywood and purchased enough sexy lingerie to turn on a platoon of men. She had sent the k**s to her mother's for the night and when Tom had come home that night she had greeted him at the door with a martini and wearing only high heels and a few black pieces of almost nothing. He had taken the martini and walked past her asking, "What's for dinner?".