That was strange. I opened up the jacket and slid her arms through the sleeves, tugging on the top back straps to fit her torso in. Her fingers presse... the sewn shut ends of them. She continued to examine the canvas prison as I moved behind her, closing the jacket.Once I pulled the jacket further, I fastened each belt, yanking hard to get rid of the slack. Each buckle shrieked with a soft "vrip!" closing the garment around her upper body, trapping slowly inside. Five straps were secured before. Although there were enough of those to go around, any direction you went."A map, maybe?" I guessed, looking at the arbitrary placement of characters. "It's much too early to be a mathematical log or governmental record, and you are right the fact its in writing indicates this isn't an Incan work. The writing itself is fragmented, broken in places." I glanced at the floor surrounding the writing, noting pieces of jadeite and clay fragments. "Not agricultural, due to the leftovers on the floor.". . . Aaahhh kha jao inhe chuso or tej chuso inhe pi jao inka sara ras. . Fir maine uski bra utar di or jeans bi. . Ab vo sirf panty me thi nd usne meri tshirt bi utar di mai dhire dhire niche chumta huya uski navel ko apni jeebh se chodne lga vo tdap uthi or jor jor se moan krne lgi fir maine khade hokar apne jeans utar di. . . Or uski panty bi kya mst chut thi uski mai to dekh kar pagal ho gya or uske gulabi chut par tut pad or use chusne lga vo apne hatho se mere sir ko dba rhi thi or kh rhi. Keith slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, picking up speed as he continued to fuck Mike’s ass. He must have fucked Mike hard and deep for at least 15 minutes."God, I'm going to come soon" Keith said “I cannot hold back much longer”.“Just let it go, I want you to fill my ass with your hot cum" said MikeKeith plunged his hard cock one last time, then exploded shot after shot of hot cum inside Mike’s ass and collapsed onto his back.After he came down from his orgasm he slowly removed his.