She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of...her face.Her research had lead her to the discovery of an ancient Sumerian temple to the goddess Inanna, the Sumerian goddess of love, beauty and sex. Recently translated text had referenced an object known only as Inanna's necklace, described as a magical totem of the goddess, but the doctor dismissed these stories as exaggeration. In reality,. I thought , ok in for a penny in for a pound , so I hitched up my skirt and pretended to adjust my stockings .I then leant up against the tree again , and soon the noise from the footsteps were right behind me .I felt a hand gently touch the back of my thighs and run up and down my legs so he could feel the lacy stocking tops , It felt electric . then all of a sudden another man appeared in front of me , and he ran his hands up the front of my thighs , god it was a great feeling . I started to. Her aunt was way old but still attractive and she knew an awful lot of people that could either make you or break you depending on the circumstances. I should tell you about my time with her in her private bedroom because, in a way, it is a funny story and might explain why I am not as bad as some people make out just because my skin tone is a little darker.As the title of this story is “Boy Crazy”, I should explain right away that it is not to implicate I am the sort of fellow that swings both. That was all it took. On the down stroke I shot a strong spurt, followed by another and a third of lesser strength as I was groaning and exclaiming, “Oh God, yes.” She stopped her motions to take in every spurt and moved her mouth out to the head and let her lips linger around the helmet. She backed up a few inches, licked the helmet and opened her mouth to show me that she had my come on her tongue. Looking up at me, she swirled her tongue around her lips, made it a point to make sure I saw.