"Please? Just erase it, okay? I'll do anything, just..." Right!" He grinned at me. "Like I believe that? No, I made a lot of copies, you don't have to...worry about that." Josh!" I blinked at the wetness suddenly filling my eyes."You know, everybody thinks you're a dyke," he said. "But I knew better. You don't hate cock, you just don't like boys. Is that it?" It's not like that," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. I was going to lose it any second. The shock had worn off and panic was. She was already soaked as I could feel her wetness through the leggings. My fingers now pressing against her wet warm lips. She started to let out a small moan but stopped herself by biting her lip. Owwww how I could tell she wanted it so badly. The wife decided she couldn't handle it anymore and got up. We headed back through the museum as we went down stairs she couldn't resist but to rub my cock through the jeans. My cock started to get hard but wanted to take her wet pussy deep. We headed. She climbed on the table between my legs. I parted them further to make room for her. I could feel the plump softness of her thighs and hips pressing against my legs. Using her hands, she pressed hard on my bum and lower back. My cock was squashed against the table by her weight and he squirmed. I had my eyes closed and my face in that hole in the massage table. I was relaxed, but very attuned to the various moves she was making. Not able to see her and wondering what she was going to do. My auburn, wavy curls were kissed by the slight breeze and the light of the moon that permeated through the ever-present clouds. A sigh emitted from my full, bare lips. Going home alone, I thought, …again. It had been months since my boyfriend and I had broken up – the only thing that filled my nights after that were flings, and one night stands. It was like no man wanted to hang around for more than a day, and I felt lonely and used. Is my body the only thing people find interesting? I had to.