And this style looks all wrong for a Rammeside-era embalming anyway. I mean, that's just a preliminary guess, but look at the quality of the—" Marc...s jumped. "Jesus!" Sharon looked up. "What?" "It moved!" She frowned. "Don't be silly." "Its hand moved. Look!" Marcus pointed. He'd gone pale, and his voice trembled. "It’s your imagination. I do it all the time.” "But I heard something move in the sarcophagus before I opened it, and now it just did it again. I know what I saw!" Sharon. Once in a while her hands would glide over my ass cheeks, but then quickly back to my shoulders. After a few minutes of this she concentrated more on my lower back and inner thighs. Now her hands were slipping between my ass cheeks more and more. A few times she lightly fingered my asshole. As I was getting this wonderful massage, her hubby James was sitting naked in his arm chair slowly rubbing his hard cock. Lorraine asked me to roll over, which I did. My big cock was hard as a rock and. We had, after all, just put on a very hot, live sex show for about thirty of our closest friends."Damn," I heard Dave sputter. "If I hadn't of seen it, I never would have believed it. This shit is just to weird for me." With that he left for the evening. There were a lot of cries of "Bye Dave," and "Don't let the door hit you in the ass," but since it was late, most of the group soon followed Dave through the door. That left just me and Charlene and Judy and the other girls who rented rooms. 20 minutes later I got up and started to get ready but then I thought Ishould leave Mr. Athens to rest because we had at least four days leftof a potential fuckfest coming up.I reapplied another ivory polish coating on my finger and toe nailsthen dolled up my face with eye shadow, raised by eyebrows plus someblush to give my cheekbones an exotic and sexy look and coated my fullsensuous lips with fire-red lipstick."Now what I was going to wear?" I said to myself after the make-up and was.