His mind boiled furiously with a thousand questions, a sudden reordering of the historical record. Was this even real? Had Doctor Darke seeded this ce...turies ago, a fake artifact to fool his enemies that had been hidden too well? The team would be here soon, they’d need to test everything, search every room, sift through all of his records. They’d be well-protected, Jace shuddered as he realized the luck he’d had in avoiding any number of lethal traps designed to take down the likes of. So vivid and compulsive was that image, which he used without the accompaniment of Whitehouse or Hustler to achieve a fistful of semen in his regular masturbatory sessions, that he made a point of engineering a reprise. He actually waited until he heard the door of his mum's door open and Pam enter the hallway to himself emerge in the hope of seeing more of that bare flesh. Only this time, his penis was rock hard under his pyjamas.It was only when he'd sat down on the toilet, his penis still. Nick still looked unsure and Sara’s eyes widened with urgency as she impelled him silently to continue.Nick signed. He didn’t want to upset Sara, especially not now that she had compromising photos of him. Plus, the fact that Fiona was also in the room perversely appealed, the thought of getting caught had made him as hard as granite. He slid from his jeans, exposing his muscled thighs and Sara’s tight stripy panties, which were working overtime to avoid splitting. They were so tightly. So, she decided to go to her fallback position, and rescue cute cuddly creatures. She asked Axorie where the nearest cute, furry, lost, lonely, critter in need of a rescue was. Axorie told her about an outcast lynx kit, about 20 miles up into the hills. It was an outcast, and was sad and alone. Hardcase borrowed Steetch's personal anti-gravity unit, and flew off to the rescue."What is this huge cat-like object!" cried Freaky with alarm."Meet Mr. Bigfoot, the lynx..." Hardcase replied.