Her tits were pressed into my chest. I had cupped her ass with one hand pulling her closer. My cock came alive and moved slowly up between her thighs....The tip of my cock came to rest past her pussy. The shaft was lying along her wet crack. It was warm and the wetness was not all from the shower. Molded together as if we were one she some how got a hand down between us. She was rubbing her clitoris. Her eyes were closed not against the spray of water but she was off into a memory of wonderful. “You don’t have to,” he said. He turned off the light and cuddled around her. “It’s just that it’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful, but you’re finest and loveliest when you’re coming.”When she stopped gasping, or maybe earlier, she fell asleep. Sometime in the night, she crawled out of his arms, relieved herself in the john, and changed her Tampax. When she showered in the morning, she found some smears of Vaseline on her breasts. She felt marvelous, though.He drove her to school and dropped. She moaned into the kiss when his fingertips traced her lips.She was wet and silky. Heat radiated from her.Back to front. Front to back. His fingers spread Lauren’s arousal.“Turn around. Against the wall.”She didn’t hesitate.Her face flushed, she looked at Jason, biting her lower lip in anticipation. That changed to determination.“This is my fantasy, dammit,” she suddenly declared. “Sit down in your chair.”Though slightly amused, Jason was always willing to follow Lauren’s lead when she chose. Here, however, its not in the form of beads. Looks like a tool of some kind."My fellow digger, Wallis, shook his head. "I can't keep up. Its like trying to catch an oiled pig. Pretty near impossible." I smiled. If he knew that I had an uncanny gift to read the nuances and details in almost any writing, and almost always decipher its meaning, he would probably be a little less amazed. But I kept my secret, for now. Looking at the map again, I saw that it was in fact an ancient coordinate chart.