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 livin... 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 avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package. " Isn't it beautiful out here?"She responded, and Tony was relieved. They chatted on for a while, looking out toward the sea, and watching the few long tailed fishing boats touting for the few available tourists. She confirmed as he had rightly assumed that she was single, and so was her sister, but they were a couple of years older than him. She was good company, and so Tony suggested that they stroll up the beach a bit together and they wandered along chatting like old friends.Eventually they. At first I would be freaked and cover up my boobs and pussy but quickly started to like the thought of my brothers wanting to see me naked !" I interrupted her story asking " ooh , did ya ever walk around nude or just let them "catch ya naked"? She said "yea , I did , I started letting the bathroom open a little and walk aroung the bathroom naked when I new I was being watched"! I had to ask "did you ever let your brother feel you up"? Than she told this story,, " Well one evening I was. No regrets.It's why I can’t spend time with him. It would be so easy to get caught up in those old emotions and go too far, way too far, sparking those emotions back into a raging torrent. And then I don’t know if I could quell them again.I justified myself not telling my husband all this. I knew that we’d have a quick hug for old times sake, dinner, then Robert and I back to our room and home the next morning, no harm no foul. Except for those reawakened memories that I’d eventually put back.