She was drinking the champagne, I walked over to her and started kissing her, letting my hands roam over the silk and lace of her corset, down to her ...nickers, her arse and those stocking tops. I could feel that she was wet through the material of her knickers and decided to take them off, pushing her back onto the bed with the rest of what she was wearing still on. I opened her legs and started to give her legs and thighs some attention before tasting her pussy, running my hands up and down. She smiled at me and drew up her knee before bringing her fingers down to oscillate over her clit. She closed her eyes and was humming one happy note in her own little world.With her knee up, lying flat, her cheeks were open just enough to show me her lovely plump plum of an asshole. With my fingers drenched in her juices I resisted all efforts of my conscience to stop my urge to play there. In one move I pulled my finger from her pussy and rubbed around her pretty pink little wrinkle and slid. I nodded. ‘Just in case of earthquakes, careless drivers, falling jumbo jets, the usual.’ Tim grinned, finishing his cereal. ‘Actually, it’s very reassuring.’ He got up from the table. ‘I’ll get going then. If the day’s uneventful, I’ll see you back here.’ I watched him get into the car, then as he drove off I followed in the normal way. As Tim sat down at his desk, I was already in my chosen corner, and I watched as he checked email, went through papers, drank his first coffee of the day. A. It had been a long flight. Not the part in the air, but lines in the airport. And now a line was forming behind us as we stood with our heavy luggage in the crowded frenetic lobby of the hotel. “Welcome Archæologists — to the Dig It Conference!” read a large banner on one wall. A top corner of it had flapped over, covering part of the “W.” The air resonated with the deafening joyful noise of collaboration between long-separated colleagues.“I’ll take the room, I guess,” said Dr. Fitzgerald,.