Tracing my fingers across my balls and over my cock I moan louder, my heart racing, my breath coming in gasps.I continue my dance on my knees, my pant...hosed-ass facing the camera. Looking over my shoulder to the screen I see a perfect ass ready to fucked hard. I can’t hold out much longer. Even now, I can feel to urge to fuck myself. Now I am lying on my back, reaching over to the night stand for my fuck toy, a long-neck beer bottle. I rub the long neck over the pre-cum on the pantyhouse,. They only dug down four feet and found the items we had planted there, so after almost three and a half thousand years the only thing that had changed was the erosion of about two feet of topsoil. In fact there were still traces of the hide I had wrapped round them, but not much, but enough to get all the diggers excited. Funny no-one asked how Marjorie knew exactly the area to dig in. This routine went on for weeks, we seldom saw Marjorie, except in the evenings. When asked where she went all. ”“I didn’t say I would do it, I said I would think about it.”“Mom, you and I both know you say you will think about doing something when you know you will do it, but aren’t ready to make the commitment verbally.”“You know me too well, girl.”“Yeah, and I also know Jeb. Mary told him more good news a little while ago which made him shout from the shock of what she told him. She just told me, and it was as much of a shock to me as to Jeb, but she prepared me more than she did him. He has been. I know he was busy checking out the other girls more than me, but it still got me excited. Even the older doctor checked me out, and of course us women teased each other too.Then he walked in on me one night while I was changing to go out to an event. Standing in my office, wearing stocking and panties, my back to the door, he got a great look at me. I know he didn’t see anything I wouldn’t have shown at a beach, but it excited me none the less.A few weeks ago, I ended up closing on the Friday.