Be here by 12:30pm. Bye.” and she put the phone down. I could not be sure of why she had called me to her place, whether she has agreed to have sex ...with me, or she has called me to give some boring advice.I kept thinking and my thought process became broader and broader like should I buy condoms in case she had called me to have sex, and if I buy how many to buy i.e. would I be done with one dip and would I require more. I literally got crazy that evening.Next morning, I woke up and took leave. Or should I say, "what she DIDN'T have on."She was wearing a blue baby doll nightgown and blue panties, and you could see her tits right through the material. The lights were dimmed down, so I didn't have a real clear view, but even with that I knew that my wife would die if she knew about the show her mother was giving me.I tried to ignore her as she walked into the kitchen, got a glass of water, and made her way back through to her bedroom. As she walked out of the room she turned and gave me. She'd been at this for fifteen minutes now, and the rare breaths she had been allowed had completely run out."Ooooonnng!" McClurg groaned as he splattered her throat with his pudding-thick load of jizz.The heels of his shoes squeaked on the floor while his body trembled and shook until he finally relaxed and pulled his hands away from her lavender hair. His cock undocked from her throat in a terribly lewd mess."KKLLURRRGG!" April puked his salty seed into the toilet."So good…" He moaned in his. 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.