"Ohhh…" Melanie moaned out her reply."Tell me what you want Melanie… tell me what you want me to do to you," he growled."Oh God, Carl, I need you ...o fuck me! I need you to fuck me hard and deep! I need to feel you inside me, please!" Melanie cried. Carl's hand found her eager hungry pussy and his fingers dipped into the warm, wet hole. He began sliding them in and out of her, dragging them across her throbbing swollen clit. Melanie spread her legs wide, raising her hips and twisting towards him. She may have ruined her career chances and would probably be considered some kind of pervert by some of her conservative colleagues. The other problem with the Nuymeans was the science itself. They largely left behind artifacts of metal and stone. These types of items did not provide a lot of information. To most archaeologists the worst thing to find was gold. It could not be dated and interested thieves in their work while yielding few facts. All of the Nuymean metal artifacts in the museum’s. I'll take care of it." She said, slipping onto her feet and throwing a robe over her transparent nightie.Ron handed his wife the soiled shorts and fed her an odd smile."Sure you feel comfortable talking to him about this?" He asked."Don't you dare doubt my motherly abilities." She said with a confident grin."You're the sexiest thing alive...you know that?" He said, his eyes traveling across the swell of her big drooping tits.Damn right I am motherfucker! Our son thinks so too! She thought.Linda. And the things those women are making us try, as well as what they are now more willing to do, now that we bathe daily. Like I said, joining this camp is the best thing to happen to us for too many reasons to name. And no, we never want a change in leaders, ever. My real rank has not changed from when I was leading a camp somewhere else. Now I am a member of a camp where no one is trying to do anything underhanded, as it is understood to the men here the camp leaders will kill anyone who tries.