I took one finallook in the full length mirror in Wayne's ensuite and I felt prettyconfident in my look, I was quite please, I thought I looked quitep...ssable.I headed out to the living room where Wayne was waiting for me. His eyeslight up when he saw me, which made me feel great. He gave me a big hugand just a little kiss as he didn't want to mess up my lipstick, therewould be plenty of time for that later. As he held me tight hecomplimented me on my wig, he told me it made a big difference. They were smiling at one another. I could tell that those smiles were not intended to be seen by me. They were clearly flirting. And that, I think, was the beginning of my kink, as my dick began to stiffen as I watched them.Mona also became less careful in her clothing choices. She began to go braless under her t-shirts; sometimes very tight t-shirts which showed off her nipples to great effect. I didn’t say anything because I loved seeing her dressed sexy. When we went to bed at night I. Eventually they would both have there tits smashed against me, but neither would let me touch their tits, or their pussies with my hands. Pretty soon they were both playing with my balls, and alternating which one would stroke my cock. They cheered each other on, but kept arguing over whose turn it was to jerk me off. Our bodies were still pressed tightly together when I exploded like a cum volcano, blasting a load 2 feet in the air, which then rained down, all over our three naked bodies. The. I was told that later in the museum laboratory he and his assistants slowly, under controlled conditions, dried out the three hundred and fifty year old pages. Lenora, who kept us up to speed on what was happening, told us that the conservator was somewhat surprised when faint traces of handwriting began to appear on the apparently blank pages as they were properly dried. She explained that this was due to a property of the iron gall ink, a common ink used during that period of history. Later.