The redness had faded, the scabs, still present, no longer looked fragile enough to crack open at the slightest movement. Ever so gently, Dante ran hi... thumb down the scab line. He leaned in closer, even more gently; he planted a kiss on the healing wound.Angel shivered, feeling his breath roll across the tender skin of her pubic area. Dante had given her another gentle kiss before pulling away from her, and helping her back into her shorts.“Come on, get your shoes on.”Angel looked up at Dante. It was immense: over twelve feet in width, and seven feet from foot to head! A modern headboard double the width of a king-size headboard headlined the bed, along with five large pillows lined the wall. Clearly, five people slept there.Fred studied the bed and declared with certainty, “THAT is NOT a bed for two people.”The others looked and studied the scene, some even moving into the room so they could more closely examine the setting and the decorating. That led them to also wander into the. It consists of dress slacks with a matching low-cut button up top that shows, to a maximum, her luscious mounds. She’s also wearing a new bra that emphasizes her deep cleavage.She turns around and says, “What do you think?”He embraces her, feeling the fullness of her breasts against his chest. His cock swells against her abdomen. He strokes the tops of her breasts letting one finger wander in her cleavage. "You really look sexy. It reminds me of the outfit you wore last winter. It really. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher Aufregung und Neugierde die Riemen und öffnete den Band.Ich war.