We settled into a secluded dune and started to sunbathe. It was late morning and within about fifteen minutes we were approached by a young black guy ...who didn't seem to be selling anything, but just making conversation. He wasn't threatening in any way but he was a tall guy and had this habit of adjusting his cock in his shorts as he spoke. We chatted about home in Britain and then he wandered off. I commented to Kate about his fiddling and she said she was sure he had an erection!I stood up to. Puzzled, I asked, ‘What’s up?’ As soon as I finished speaking, he lunged forward, pulling me into a tight hug. ‘What the… What’s the matter with you?’ I croaked, almost too shocked to say anything. He tightened his grip on me. ‘… want you… Jon… need you…’ he breathed into my chest. I pulled him away. ‘Darr—’ he cut me off with a smoldering kiss. He stroked my back as he continued kissing me hard, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth. He pushed me slightly to get the both of us into my room,. The rest of me? Well, if they can recognize my ass, then they already know me far too well for it to matter. I hear one couple talk about me as they go past. The woman in the couple reaches out and strokes my chest. ?Smooth,? she says. ?I can’t feel any stubble.? She giggles. ?He doesn’t have any body hair. I wonder how often he has to shave himself? Or does he use Nair once a week??If they only knew. I only have to touch things up to stay this way. I naturally have almost no body. Darüber hinaus ende mit der Übergabe des Pakets an seinen rechtmäßigen Eigentümer jegliche Verpflichtung der Firma gegenüber allen Beteiligten.Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der.