At the moment of her death, her soul infused itself to one of her most valuable possessions, a tiny black journal that detailed her life's struggles a...nd triumphs. For almost three hundred years her soul remained banished to limbo, its very existence bound only to that tiny tome, awaiting the moment when the seal was broken and her soul could return to this world.Centuries later in the modern world, a curious college student and librarian named Elizabeth Maria Huntley finds Benacia's journal in. "Don't tell Ken I asked," hissed Caitlin. "I don't want him to think I've been prying or anything." Of course not," said Vincent standing up to let Ken squeeze through to the seat next to Caitlin. "Want another drink?" he asked the couple. "It's my round."This new revelation radically changed Caitlin's view of the people who surrounded Sonya in the photographs on Ken's hard drive. It wasn't a man she was looking for in the smiling posed figures that tempted Sonya away from her husband. And it. His long, thick cock and plenty of experience meant that he knew how to satisfy them. He was strong as an ox, and able to go all night. From High School to college and on to the NFL he had never had any problem getting any girl he wanted to fuck him. He even did some of his teacher and professors when he was in school.He fell into fucking married women by accident. After retiring from football he deiced to buy a fixer up house in a nice neighborhood and work on it. Josh had always liked to. After that she was ready to follow my orders.I looked at Claire, "What did we lose?" The flour in the flour sack and some other loose items but nothing important. We'll have to borrow dry blankets for tonight and re-stuff the mattress after the straw dries but nothing else worth mentioning. Everything else is wet but can be salvaged." If that's all, we were lucky. Now do you see why I wanted you to go with the other women?" I spoke loudly: angry about the accident.Claire hung her head, but.