My cock was already semi-hard and my touch probed it to attention. “Just so you know, two can play this game. My cock is hard.”“My vibrator is n...w inside of me. It is filling me up and I can feel the juices. I am taking the juices on my finger and tasting them. Ummmmmm, this is so fucking hot. I want you to listen to me as I play with myself. Tell me what you are doing.”“I have my cock in my right hand and am slowly stroking it. Long slow strokes from top to bottom. I am imagining you laying in. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.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 this 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. "Tell you what. If I enjoy tonight, I'll forgive you, and become your girlfriend." Dinner's ready!" Julia called out.I was getting surprise after surprise tonight. But this is pushing things a bit far.Julia likes Karl like medical people like outbreaks of major plagues."Karl, what's she doing here?" Working off part of her sentence. I fuck her a lot, but she was never the one I truly wanted." He led me to the dining room.The dining room I walked into was the first normal thing about this date.. After at least a half hour of fucking, Jackson pulled out of his wife and motioned for him to come closer. He looked funny as hell wobbling on those high heels and resembled a classic white sissy slut in his outfit of women’s cheap lingerie, flat ass, pale skin, matted wig, and trashy red lipstick. I pushed his head down on Jackson’s cock and made him clean up his wife’s twat juices and the cum my lover had left in her twat. He was actually a better cocksucker than his wife but you know what.