.. SURPRISED?"I gasped in complete disbelief. Looking back at from the mirror was ayoung girl like face, in a yellow dress, with soft pink lips, hair ...weptback and small dainty white socks in a pair of white shoes with just alittle bit of heel on them. "WOW, is that really me?" I asked out loudand starting to lift the hem of my dress slightly while practicingcurtseys at the mirror and pouting my face to try and look as girlie aspossible. Wendy's reflection in the mirror showed her smiling. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts and gods. If she listened carefully enough, would she hear the ancient priests touching the possessions they were buried with or caressing the outlines of their own mummified bodies? Would she hear them ask what became of their. One thing I have found, like the rest of us, is that even though my sex life is ups and downs, my libido, my sexual desires, they remain more or less constant. Actually, I even think they’re growing. Well, I’m twenty and it seems like I’m getting messages from my pussy all the time. So, again, like a lot of people, I’m sure, the internet has helped in its own way. I do go on a number of the porn sites, mostly looking for ‘amateur’ or ‘homemade’ videos rather than the ones with the pumped-up. Ian returned in the evening and he and Pat mostly kept their hands off each other, the pub was busy. Pat did manage to whisper, "I hope that your cock is nice and hard for me." You will find out just how hard, later," Ian managed to reply.At closing time, a couple of the regulars seemed reluctant to leave, but as they were such good customers, Pat could not push them out even if it was infringing on her fuck time.With the pub empty and locked, Pat and Ian went upstairs but they knew that they.