It was my third night there and was leaving the day after. We were having a great time and I was looking forward to the remaining time to be memorabl...e. Little did I know at the beginning of the day it would be much more memorable than I ever could have dreamed. The day was filled with the crazy things adolescents find enjoyable...swimming, running, eating, and horsing around. About four in the afternoon my friend's cousin suddenly appeared unexpectedly. He was about 35, maybe 40, and I. I could feel the damage in him, I knew that damage by name. My father had healed me and shown me love. He had held me, made love to me, made me whole. This poor boy, had none of that. He had nothing and no one. I held him, and fell into me. His suicide attempt had been genuine, and not a plea for help, he had cut his wrists hoping for revenge, out of anger and pain. Only to discover while he was healing, that his parents thought it was selfish, that they had offered judgement and. With disappointment, she eventually found only a few snippets of information. One of them, however, was intriguing: pencil written notes in Dr. Barnes’ handwriting on an inventory card for a Nuymean Priestess Ritual Guide. The writing said, ‘On loan, annex display.’ She had no idea what annex that would be. She knew every item on display upstairs in the main exhibit as well as most of the organized items in the basement section and this was not one of them. She would need to ask Charlie about. I moan at the sight. She smiles up at me with eyes half-closed. I harden even more, which seems impossible, and Bella squeezes her tits around my imprisoned shaft, working it up and down until my mind is spinning and I am groaning in sheer ecstacy at this wonderful bombardment of sexual feeling… I am shaking, almost passing out. Wonderful glorious waves overtake me. My milky juice spills out in spasms between Bella’s naked golden globes… Bella’s smiling face makes it all seem right. Except for.