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 the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. Dave?” I heard a very seductive, very feminine voice speak in my ear.“Who are you?” I asked, quite nervously now.“Three guesses, and the first two don’t count, you silly, yet yummy guy. Very smart guy, though not aware that when you think such things, it triggers me the same way that saying ‘Lord Voldemort’ did in Harry Potter. Nice series of books, by the way. I definitely approve of them, and of witchcraft, you know. Just call me ... Lucy,” the voice told me, sticking a forked, reptilian. But he was again dipping into deep sleep. The lady teacher went on seeing his penis only for more than one hour. Now she started developing some kind of rupture feelings in between her thighs and in her vagina. She knows well that she is sexy now. After fifteen minutes her vagina started emitting out a gummy substance. She went into her house and started raising her sari and started looking into the mirror over the dressing table. She found her vagina is expanding in shape. She went into the. .. crotches hot and wet… fucking in our sheer pantyhose... kissing... I was starting to moan and as I did he took that as a signal to hump me even harder... our nylon, sweaty thighs slapping together... this was pure bliss... and then in one swift motion he stopped and made me get on all fours... my ass high... he pulled my hose down over my ample cheeks and then he pulled his pantyhose down, unleashing his massive cock... he entered my pussy from behind... we started fucking... his hard cock.