No more sharing with strangers.Candy was unlikely to be the girl's real name. Judging from the hue of her skin, the girl came from a southern country�...�possibly one of those where Lance's colleagues bought time-shares—so her name was probably something like Juanita or Fatima or Francesca.She wasn't quite the best flesh that money could buy. She wasn't exactly slim, although no one could describe her as fat. She was just above five foot tall. One eye was slightly squinted. Her bosom was no better. They only dug down four feet and found the items we had planted there, so after almost three and a half thousand years the only thing that had changed was the erosion of about two feet of topsoil. In fact there were still traces of the hide I had wrapped round them, but not much, but enough to get all the diggers excited. Funny no-one asked how Marjorie knew exactly the area to dig in. This routine went on for weeks, we seldom saw Marjorie, except in the evenings. When asked where she went all. You're not......who.....*grunts*....who are.....*gasps*......you?” Lobo managed to voice between bouts of pumping seman. Seeing the little fox's eyes wide with shock and unknown pleasure, Lobo released the fox's shoulders and supported him from falling over. The young fox was caught mid orgasm in both shock and a blocked prostate, his penis was bloated with the urge blow, but only a thin stream was allowed to flow. Lobo licked his hand, and stroked the fox's cock till he came with a forceful. “Funny you should ask. I sensed what they were up to in the bedroom and jokingly asked if they wanted one last go with it before handing it to the museum.”“And?” asked Hannah who was feeling really aroused now.“She said yes they did. He didn’t look too impressed at first but quickly agreed.”Hannah held the desk for support.“So...?”“She suggested he went first and that he lowered his trousers and bent over the desk. He did this and she folded his shirt tail up and lowered his.