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 the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. This one was going to be a really enjoyable fuck for me I could tell. I got my cock out, it wasn’t rock hard but getting there. I got up on the bed and told her to suck on it and oh boy did she suck it. Her tongue licking my cock end then taking it fully in her mouth ‘til my balls touched her chin and then pulling her head off it to again lick my cock before swallowing it again.I was really enjoying this, all the while I had a finger or two working away at her pussy lips and thrusting them up. Curly chest hairs caused small touch sensations, maybe called tickles, between the fingers of my hand, but I just held my palm there, as my other hand pumped the cock as Raif had asked.Raif started moaning. I tried pausing what I was doing, but he said, "No, no, keep going", and I continued. His hands were down by his sides, his headphones dangled on his shoulders, and I kept rhythmically moving my hand. After a minute of this, his demeanor has changed. He was still moaning, but now he was. We decided you were dealing with enough emotional issues at the time and didn’t need any more. Afterwards, we never thought you were open and uninhibited enough to handle learning that you were pictured topless on a poster. Soon, because the few people in the neighborhood who knew about it never mentioned it, it was all just forgotten.’ Denise wondered aloud, ‘But, how did father prove that Max and I were the dancers in the photo?’ Annika, after taking a minute to remember exactly what.