.minute". True to his word, a minute or two later his body stiffened and began to tremble. He shoved his dick in as far as it would go as he let go w...th jet after jet of his hot cum in Trish's box. She screamed, "Oh yes! I can feel it! Give it to me!” He rested now leaving his dick buried in her as he caught his breath. After a moment, he pulled out and stood up. I could see wetness glistening on his cock and a long string of cum hanging from its tip as he moved away from Trish. Mike didn't. ”“Em, I think it is time to start your confession.”“Yes, Sir. Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Sportwood. It started when Jeremy took me for a walk in the garden. Before we went out, I went in the bathroom and took off my panties. Then, when we stopped in the middle of the garden where we couldn’t be seen, I let him kiss me. That’s when I told him that I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. He is a very clever boy – he put his hand up under my skirts and finger fucked my cunt to a cum.”Jeremy gave her. Books, and ledgers of names, and dates, stacked away. Some of the entries dated back almost a hundred years.We were in the attic, when Kristen uncovered an old steamer chest. It was unlike any we’ve ever seen before. It was a heavy, black leather-bound chest, with brass trim, and an old rusty iron padlock on it. The leather was faded in spots, but it was still well preserved.A large brass place riveted to it read:The secrets of the past.The secrets of today.The darkest of secrets of Onyx. ‘Wear something nice,’ he smiled. *** He took me to a nice Italian restaurant that wasn’t far from my house, though I’d never been there before. The room was dimly lit, with candles on every table. One wall had a huge mural of a vineyard. The waitstaff probably made more money than I did. Not the type of place we normally frequented, but David said that a friend told him the food was amazing. I was glad I had worn my new ‘little black dress’ and black pumps, because it was one of those places.