Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ *** It was late, and everyone else had ...gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts and gods. If. She relaxed and rolled over on to her side. ‘Oops!’ She reached down and picked up the key to James’s steel mask that had fallen out of her pocket. On her bedside table was a roll of sticky tape that she’d used to wrap her daughter’s birthday presents. She placed the small, strangely shaped key high up on her inner thigh and used a strip of tape to stick it in place.She lay on her side and closed her womanly legs together, burying the small key somewhere deep inside. ‘You won’t be escaping that. It falls to the floor. “You enjoyed a male gangbang honey” Monica said “so now you can enjoy a female one”. Just then the other two came out of the bathroom. They were also naked. Sandra gasped. She looked at the three visitors. “Oh Monica I have never done it with anyone but you honey” she said. “Well then” was the reply “it is time we rectified that then. Isn’t it ladies”.The three of them dragged her into the bed. “OK ladies. Look after her for a minute while I get my surprise” said Monica.. I couldn't help it. And actually, I didn't even want to. I liked the masculine beauty, and the kiss of two men always made my heart beat faster. Even so, I never told anyone that. There was no such need.I made sure no one was in class. When I became convinced that I am really alone, I rubbed my cock with my left hand, trying to hug my balls as well. Unfortunately, the pants I wear denim effectively prevented this from happening. However, I did not want to be such an unused stallion and undress.