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 b...t 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 to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who. Can you help me to my desk, please?"Pat sits in the front row so it was a short trip. I took a good grip on her and turned to help her to her desk. One of the girls near me said, "Oh. Look at his, umm." Everyone knew what she'd meant. There wasn't anything I could usefully do. I could step behind Pat, but what about the rest of the day, and every other day that Julia would want me to dress similarly. Best to ignore it. Especially now that the whole class had looked at my "umm" anyway.I got Pat. I licked harder and harder at her fanny and with that Sylwia arched her back, cupping my head in her hands as she fell back against the wall. Her knees were now beginning to bow and she was moaning more and more."your pussy tastes fucking amazing Sylwia, i love it!" I said to her. She acknowdleged my compliment and pulled me up to her and kissed me once more.As we kissed i reached behind her,and pulled at her arse cheeks gently. "hmmm baby you like my ass" she moaned as i squeezed at her soft. She started chatting on the way back to the station and hopped into the gents compartment which was relatively empty considering Mumbai’s regular rush. Conversations flowed like we were long lost friends.It turned out the place where I had to go was a few houses away from hers. She invited me for a cup of coffee which I politely declined. As I finished with my visit and walked out it was raining heavily and I was steadily walking on the sides not wanting to get wet when Sneha called me from her.