I got her to rise and she pulled out a nice, five inch specimen that went to work on. It tasted clean and just washed; un-cut, the foreskin was rolle...d back past the head but allowed for some loose skin action as I went back and forth on the dick. Her almost total hairlessness (except for the mustache, of course) added to her feminine charms; the breasts were large but still manly. As I sucked on a nipple, she asked me not to leave a hickey—I guess that went with the wedding band that she. She told me about her fantasies. They were mainly along the lines of getting dressed and then playing with her equipment until she came all over her underclothes or outfit. She was not comfortable being a sub, unlike me, and always wanted to be in control. Either way, she did not go as far as I did in this direction.And so, our relationship grew from there, we would meet almost weekly for lunch or after our work in Manchester. We would talk once a week on the phone and we would email from time. “Oh, oh, oh.”Faster she went, bringing herself to a climax. Stacy finally yelled out as she orgasmed, but continued to slam up and down on us. Jack was next, as I felt his cock spasm through the thin membrane that separated us. Mere seconds later, I let myself go, and Stacy screamed out yet again as she felt the hot cum fill her from both ends. She continued to ride our cocks, and Jack and I sustained our hardness.The others had changed their position. Brenda was lying on her back on the pool. 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.