She pushed two fingers into my pussy. My body was out of control with lust I started humping her fingers. I moaned, groaned, Karen said, that’s it P...ula just let go. This is what you wanted; Fuck my fingers, cum for me. She fingered me harder and harder I humped at her fingers hard as I could. She would not stop working me. I screamed and my pussy exploded. I squirted like I never did before. We stopped kissing, I looked down my panties. They were soaked. She knelt down and said let’s get this. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. "Wait, you're not gonna… hold on here! Wait just a— uuuggghhh!" Matt grunted, his protests cut off by the hard artificial dong pushing into his back door. "Ohhhh, shit, uuuhhh!" he moaned as she eased in deeper and started thrusting. Ignoring his protests, eventually she managed to bury the entire length inside him, and was pounding him at a decent speed once his rear passage loosened a little. She reached up and yanked his head back with a handful of hair. "Fuuuuuuck, fuuuuuck, gaaaahhh!" he. Game on for me, Kyle's hands were all over me. I felt his now fully erect cock pressing against me, I turned and faced him near the end of the song I reached down and put a playful squeeze on his cock and, WOW, that boy is well hung. The song ended and I went back to the table while Kyle went to the restroom. I asked Scott if he liked the show? He said he did then said it would have been better if you just fucked him! I started kissing Scott and rubbing his now Rock Hard cock. He slid his hand.