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 th...s 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. They could allow the feelings of lust for each other come forth; something neither one had every let happen. Their lips met in a kiss, tentative at first then, more and more sexual. Soon their lips parted and their tongues were plunging deep into the other's mouth.Sam's hands traveled up and down Mary's back, finally coming to rest on her ass. He kneaded, squeezed and fondled it. It wasn't as firm and tight as his wife's, but it was his mother's! He was squeezing his mother's ass and she was. " Zoraster gestured absently with one hand. Instantly the tight top Danica wore turned to ashes and fell gently to the floor.Zoraster walked forward and ran a hand over her breasts, "Yes, very nice — very nice indeed. They are larger than your sister's — the nipples so large, erect even in your fear and anger. Very nice."His hands flashed in another gesture, and the remainder of Danica's clothing turned to ash as well. A wide, frightening smile spread across Zoraster's face as he admired her. ” He said as he lightly rubbed my cheek next to the bandage. “Don’t worry about it.” I turned back to the window. “How can I not worry about it, I got so carried away in back there that I didn’t watch what I was doing.” “I said don’t worry about it.” I hoped he would just leave it alone but he wouldn’t. “Well you seem mad and if I was you I would too I just want to…” I snapped my head toward him. “Don’t. If I want an apology then I would say so.” He started to open his mouth again but stop as I.