“Де йому? Де йому? (Where is it?)” she huffed in her native tongue before she squealed, “Got it!”I saw her gently lift out a small... beat up looking, grey photo album. Viktoriya gingerly placed the one and one-half inch thick album on her lap and turned it ninety-degrees, so we could both view its contents. “I hid pictures from everyone, but Sergei. I just show him a few photos, hoping he want to ... make love with me, again, after seeing beautiful photos.”When she flipped open the grey plastic. Don’t need it anymore, I think.’ As he was saying this, he took a newspaper-wrapped parcel out of his jacket pocket. It made a clunking noise as he put it down on the table. ‘And . . . and thanks for the coin. Do you want me to let you know where it came from when I’ve figured it out?’ ‘No. No, thanks,’ Clara answered. ‘I do believe I’d like to keep it in the seeking mode.’ Clara and Elizabeth were slipping through the narthex of the church after leaving the young man’s parcel in the pastor’s. They came home and went to straight to mom's room and started fucking. I listened for a few minutes thru the wall and they sounded more active than normal so I decided to peak in the partly open door. Fred had a cam corder and was trying to film himself fucking my mom. It was a little funny watching these two drunks trying to have sex and film it. Fred saw me and yelled at me to come into the room. I walked in a little hesitant. Fred handed me the camera and told me to get some good shots of. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, dairies and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must read for all erotica lovers. I am sharing them on this site, Enjoy part 2 of Letter the First-----------------------MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure.Letter the First - Part 3We had certainly been but a few instants away from it, and yet on our return we.