She pulled her hand back from mine and took another sip of coffee. I had an idea."How about if instead you fix me dinner on a regular basis?" I sugges...ed.Her face brightened."Remember how I need some practice being around women? You could be my pseudo-date, helping me learn how to act before I go on a real date. It would also give me a reason to see Billy on a regular basis."Tamara was now nodding her head at the idea."How about Thursday evenings?" she suggested.I nodded affirmatively and. 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 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 donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. This isn't right. I'm sorry I walked in on you, but you have to leave now." I don't want to leave. I liked that you walked in, that you saw me like that. I know you were looking up my shorts earlier, I've seen you doing it before. I want you to see me. I want you to see all of me."With that, Janie dropped the towel and stood naked before me. My cock twitched as I was again confronted with her naked form and my now overwhelming lust for her. But I tried one last time to control the situation, to. Me: Hey, come on, it’s just a game, I think you trust me enough now to tell me.She: I don’t remember, maybe 8 months ago.Me: Whoa! 8 months?! Isn’t it too long? But you are so beautiful.She: Thanks, maybe my husband doesn’t think so. He is always traveling, and when he is not, he does his work at home.Me: He is a waste to not appreciate such a great beauty and hot woman at his house. I wish I could help you in some way ;)She: Hmm..maybe..anyway it’s too late now. Good night.And that was a.