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 la... firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner. 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. My cock became rock hard as I watched thier lips taste each others mouth. Peggy was about 6’ medium build, she had dark shoulder length hair a white blouse, tight black skirt and tan nylons with dark black heels. As they kissed Gina’s robe fell to the floor showing a cute red bra, matching red panties and her dark thigh hi nylons. Are you now having fun Gina asked? As Peggy unbutton and removed her blouse, slid off her skirt revealing a black bra, black panties and tan thigh high nylons. I. He should have known better. At six that night, Helga Johansson appeared on his doorstep with two shopping bags.“I hope you are in the mood for lasagna,” she said.He certainly was. Jake ushered her in, took the bags, and brought her a drink. Helga’s lasagna was the best he had ever tasted. It was a toss up as to what had him salivating more, Helga, or her lasagna. Helga was decked out in a summer frock that fit her perfectly. It was tight in the bodice and hips then flared out to an almost full. “I want to watch and feel you.” His hands move up my inner thigh. I grind closer into his lap as I throw my head back over his shoulder and kiss his cheek. “What the fuck!” Suddenly someone is yanking at my hair and pulling me off Craig until I’m laid crumpled on the floor. I look up and see Martin standing over me shouting. “You silly little bitch! Do you really think I would let my girlfriend make a fool of me?” As he finishes Chris removes Martins hands from my hair and I see Craig hands.