" Kim." Now the other one." Kim panted softly into the phone.Laura wondered if she were really doing what she said."Oh Laura... oh, I'm really... I'm ...really going to come! Right now ungghh! Oh! Oh god... auuggnhhh! Ungghhh! Ohnngg!"Laura was sitting on the bed in her hotel room, fascinated, shaking slightly in sexual excitement as she heard Kim come at the other end of the phone. She had fucked Kim, many times, and she knew this climax was authentic. Kim moaned, and the receiver slipped from. I didn’t say anything to Larisa about what I thought I saw. I wanted to make sure the k**s were still asleep.I was relieved when we found them all still sound asleep. She helped me wake them up. we kept eye contact with each other, with knowing smiles on both our faces. we said bye to each other, I collected my k**s and buckled them in the car. I saw her oldest daughter Molana walking up the hill with mail in her hands (she is an 18-year-old version of her mother, her breast and body much. Before I did doze off I heard him on his cell request 2 plane tickets for the next day.I didn’t sleep very well at all. When I came too he was already up and showered. He was dressing and saw me stir. He asked, “How is my little crack whore this morning”. “Mark please stop.” He reached down and brought his hand up and smacked my ass. ohhhh that hurt. I shut up. I asked if I could take a shower, He said, “no, not yet s*s.” After he made some phone calls and found some kind of bottle and tube.. 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.