Greg was Julie's boyfriend, he played a lot of sport, was tall and athletic. He'd won awards at uni for his sports teams. I hoped I hadn't ruined Juli... and Greg's relationship.Julie said she was there with Sarah and they'd been drinking all afternoon. Julie wanted to know if she could tell her who she'd been with. Sarah was interested as Julie had told her about the size of my dick and she wanted to know if I'd be up for fun with her too. Sarah admitted that she had something about older men. “Sorry!” she said, picking her head up enough to look at me through her thighs.“It’s ok, no worries,” I replied, her black mound now on display before me.“Alright, so the first thing will be to moisten the hair down there,” I explained.She lifted her head again and looked between her legs at me. “Do you use, like, shaving cream or something?”“I don’t,” I answered. “There are some pretty delicate pieces down here,” - I patted her on the pussy, causing her to jerk just a little - “and shaving. He nibbles there, kisses, nuzzles and sighs, moans, the heat of his breath, the sound of his low, beautiful voice brings me to an arching, seeking lifting breasts to his mouth. He pauses, then dips his mouth to suckle first one then the other, eliciting soft cries of delight from parted lips. I feel his hand next, through the thin, damp cotton of my panties, his heat could it be possible seems to outburn mine, feed it, increase it. Orgasm claims me from the coolness of the room to the icy heat. Its always important to camouflage what you want hidden at all times, or else risk discovery. I was wrapping up when the ceiling opened up."Hey, boys!" a woman said, jumping down to the cavern below. I glanced at the woman, my eyes adjusting to the light from the trapdoor above. Why didn't she ever knock? My archaeological assistant, Laura, was often overzealous, but I could forgive that much. Enthusiasm for digging work was a must- if your heart wasn't in the dig, you might as well pack up and.