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.. The cold weather and his warm hug were turning me on like hell. Slowly I placed my hand over his thighs and began caressing him. They were too strong and gently, I moved my hands higher and higher till I reached his crotch. His dick was soft perhaps and was smooth. I sensed him move a little and tightened the hug more. I guess he’s about to wake up, so I kept dumb for some time, but didn’t move my hand from his crotch.As expected, he woke up a little while later and seen my head over his chest. I don’t know, but now I understand what he told me. He was warning me not to follow his footsteps because that’s exactly what I’m doing’ he said bluntly. ‘What you mean by that?!?’ she was astonished. ‘I mean you are going to be a grandmother, that’s what I mean!’ he sounded rhetorical. ‘Oh my god! How is that possible? How did it happen? When? Why, why, why are you doing this to me!!!’ she angrily shouted holding her head in her hands about to freak out. ‘I’m sorry Mom! I didn’t meant to. ’ My own cock twitched wildly in my trousers and threatened to raise the table now in a personal levitation trick, imagining being a fly on the wall for that private group conversation between horny sorority sisters. Regan took another sip of the wine, this time letting her pink tongue linger on the rim of the glass. ‘I knew you had slept with Krissy Byrnes and Patty Murphy, even before you and I had dated. Hey, it’s a small campus, only thirty thousand or so undergrads, and girls talk.’ She.