The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon..., written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. As you are feeling around, I'm stroking your cock with one hand, ans stroking your balls with the other. My legs are apart while you are fingering my clit. Our kisses are very passionate and you can tell that I'm wanting you to lick my throbbing pussy.We walk out of the water and lay on the sand. You lay on your back and i get on top in the 69 position. Your cock is long and thick. It's hard for me to swallow your dick. I'm twitching your balls with my hands and bopping up and down with my. The audience notices my reaction giving a small laugh, but turn to see Kathryn and silence quickly falls over the crowd. Kathryns beauty is truly radiant, an Angel walking among us. In her wedding dress she seems to float to me. The Coach is as happy as Ive ever seen a man, then again I dont have a mirror at this moment. He gently places Kathryns hand in mine, and I turn and we begin the walk down the dock. We step in time to the music or we would run to the podium. I can tell both our hearts. Vibrant. The woman had been drawn to her for some reason, visited often and confessed many things. There was a shadow within her, but the goodness of her soul rang true.She was the end to the curse, had to be. The beautiful woman whose life Celeste would assume, if only she’d fornicate on her stoned skin.When she thought about it, the curse to assume an innocent’s body seemed a little distasteful for a woman scorned. But the witch likely thought it was too far fetched to happen. None of.