When I heard his bed springs I knew he was doing what I asked him to, and I swear, my fingers were touching my clit before I knew it was happening."I ...finally realized I was matching Brian stroke for stroke, when I felt the wetness running down my legs. It was so surreal. When Brian gasped and groaned, shaking the bed something fierce, I came all over my hand! It was so intense."Brian kept stroking himself after he came. I know, because I quickly pulled up my panties and slacks and started back. Candy unlocked the door hoping it would shut her friend up. Stepping in quickly and locking the door Mary asked, are you playing with yourself. Quiet, Candy snapped. It's OK, Mary said. The glammer queens have fixed their faces and left. Leaning on the stall door Mary spotted Candys panties. Soaked through there was a small puddle on the floor. Picking them up she brought them to her nose and inhaled. The sent of Candys juices triggered a tingle deep in her own pussy. Candy opened her eyes and. I don’t do it if I feel there is malice in play. Some do whatever they are paid for but I try to keep some ethics and morals in my work. To invade a dead person’s most private thoughts and feelings is invasive enough; one doesn’t have to be a dick about it as well.This is the first of many stories I will tell you from my adventures, some will be happy, some sad, but all will be filled with sex and wild experiences from across the world and through the millennium.The NunI was in France just. He stood when I approached and took off the hat, showing longish black hair streaked with gray. Of course, he was wearing boots and jeans. The jeans were skin tight and his legs were thick, heavily muscled, like the rest of him."Hi, Cowboy," I said gaily."Good evening, ma'am," he replied in a drawl. He offered me the stool and I sat, allowing him to buy me another drink."Well, cowboy, what brings you to this watering hole?" I asked, trying to be cute but sounding a little brittle."I'm not.