Dan went to the end of the couch where Linda’s feet were laying. He gently and carefully took one of them up and then rubbed his penis against it. �...�It feels great, her feet are better than I had imagined. Dan kissed her foot then he sat it back down. He got to the middle and touched her breast, very soft, but only for a second. Linda’s right arm was not on the couch so he could move it. He took the arm, her palm was open with the fingers bent slightly inwards. He led her arm to his dick and. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. My father’s father also dead at my age 6. All the sisters of my mother are to be married to someone and this huge task came on the head of my father. For this purpose, they gave their 8-acre land to my father. Except last all the other five sisters of my mother got married and somewhat settled in life. The last sister of my mother, Rani, just only 3 years elder than me is waiting for the marriage.We live in a thatched house, which contains only one big room and open veranda. Adjacent to this is. Was I some kind of pervert? Not as far as I knew. I wasn't drawing somekind sexual pleasure, just a few brief hours of respite from the dreamsthat haunted me.Was I just deluding myself? I let this question slide for the timebeing because I wasn't sure how to answer it.What would my friends think? I didn't have time to answer that as thedoorbell rang. Hannah was standing there, with tears in her eyes. Veryquickly, I let my sister-in-law inside. Though she tried to keepherself busy by playing.