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 e...n 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. “It’s still very early, too early to call it morning, day break is still hours away, why don’t you try to get some more sleep?” Sloan suggested.“I’m afraid I’ve had enough sleep in the past few days to last me a while but I’m sure you must be exhausted. What are you doing up so early?”“Well I was just thinking about heading home and couldn’t wait anymore to start the day.”“Heading home?” She asked, “I hope it isn’t because of me?”“Well yes, it is. Once Warren stepped in to investigate your. Her most intimate aspects of her life in front of me. I rubbed the crotch of her panties over my nose ... inhaling sharply the scent of her femininity. I took the pubic hair between my teeth and pulled it loose from the white substance. Thoughts raced through my head ... was that dried white substance the cum of her boyfriend that leaked out of her pussy, or was it simply the cream that leaks out from her ovulating. It didn't matter ... it was so sexy that I was as close to her pussy as I would. She just laid her head on my shoulder and enjoyed her boobs getting crushed by me with her eyes closed.Then I removed her top, and she was wearing a maroon bra underneath. Her boobs were trying to pop out of it. The sight was like Mallu b-grade actress Reshma standing in front of me in a bra. Her nipples were erect and were poking against the bra.I hugged her crushing her boobs and squeezing them against my chest. While hugging her, I removed her bra. Those massive melons popped out. She was.