"Wendy took her turn in the pits, behind a shaker screen, working the water screens, even though her disappointment and anger showed. Stress ... traum...atic stress ... and it was over. We were both Masters of Arts because Archaeology is not a hard science. It's a step up from Field Technician. Jobs for Masters holders are rare because Archaeology is a declining resource. There are limited numbers of places to dig and every year they are fewer. Resource lands are sold, bartered, declared off. Goosflesh shot it’s way up her leg and she tensed up. She inhaled sharply, but said nothing. I remained quiet, cock hardening as I raised the dress higher. Halfway up her thigh, I could feel her tensing more as the soft cloth tickled.I was greeted with pink at the end of the skirt’s rise. Around her waist, her pussy was exposed. It glistened in the lamplight, moist and ready. My cock struggled against my pants leg, yearing to be free, needing to be plunged deep into her juicy cunt.I slid a. "How is my Dirty Little Girl doing?" I asked. Jeannie replied, "I have never been better. But will you fuck me to?" Of course Babygirl," I responded. "Come sit on my cock." Dawn moved off my cock as Traci slipped hers out of Jeannie's wet pussy. Jeannie was quickly sitting on my thighs and gripping my dildo which was still wet the Dawn's juices. She moved forward and pressed the head to her pussy. "It is so big, Aunt Misty, will it fit?" she asked. "Just take it slow and stop if you need to," I. The room was white with harsh fluorescent lights. There were strange machines surrounding him and wires and tubes connecting him to them. He tried to speak, but there was a large tube stuck down his throat. And he hurt. He hurt all over, like he'd been beaten with a ball bat. He moaned his complaint and a woman came to him. "Steve! Oh thank God! We were so worried!" she said tears streaming down her face. Steve thought this rather curious. Who was she and who was this Steve guy she was talking.