I reveled in the simple eroticism, knowing I had this gorgeous creature offering herself up to me and there wasn't a single unnatural impulse causing ...t. Marissa really and truly wanted me, no special effects, and I loved her for it.Already anticipating what was next, Marissa spread her legs and showed off her perfect ass while I fished my rod out of my jeans, letting both them and my boxers hit the floor. I still had my shirt and shoes on, and I was about to get some seriously nice service.So. Still restrained all I could do was push my cock up hoping she would climb on but she didn’t. She was telling me how hard I looked and just how much pre-cum was dripping out ,then rubbing it around on my groin.Finally I felt her warm mouth again on my cock as her hand stroked up and down my shaft. Slowly she sucked me deeper into her mouth as her tongue circled around on my shaft. My wife knows how to give great blow jobs but this time it seemed different.Probably because this time I was. Looks like a journal…” With an almost solemn gesture he placed the book into my hands, his eyes meeting mine, a hint of excitement in them. “Your Gran’s, B. Bet it’s got all sort of dirty secrets in it.” “Should I have a look?” I asked, looking for a genuine answer. After all, reading someone else’s journal wasn’t something you took lightly, even if that person was dead. What if she turned out to be a burglar, or a serial killer or, even worse, a conservative. “What if you find out she listened. Some were having their breasts sucked, whileothers allowed their men to lick and suck their pussies.Leah saw no one being fucked. Suddenly, a woman led oneobviously miserable man to Leah’s rear. Leah could tellthat his penis was painfully swollen encased in a metalcage. The woman removed the lock and the cage and orderedhim to relieve himself in the “black bitch.” As soon as he escaped the cage, the man mounted Leahwithout a word or any preparation, driving his swollencock.