It never did.. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ *** It was late, and eve...yone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts. “I’m talking to my father,” Sean answered evasively.“He’s holding a tool,” Clea said noticing the drill in Sean’s hand.“He must be making something,” Chom said.“That’s a logical conclusion,” Pip said. He went over and climbed up onto the workbench. He walked over to where Sean was working and bent over to check it out. Shaking his head, he said, “There’s not a scrap of metal to be found here.”“That’s right,” Sean said.Clea picked up a piece of paper and said, “I found his plans.”“Can I see. I wasn't sure how many times she had done this before. My distracted thoughts made my orgasm slip out of reach. It was like she could read my thoughts. "Relax, will you?" She grabbed my right leg and spread it, holding me down as I squirmed and writhed in incredible pleasure.Up to this point, I had closed my eyes and tried to just focus on the feeling. I shot my eyes open and watched her tongue flick my clit, and that was all I needed. That sight sent me over the edge, and suddenly I was having. I start kissing my way up them slowly, tenderly, until I reach the top. You're leaning back on the chair in anticipation. You feel me hook my fingers into the hem of your panties and suddenly rip them from your body. I tease you to start with kissing my up one leg and the other, but not where you desperately want me to. Eventually, you get annoyed with my teasing and impatient for that release of ecstasy. You grab me by the hair, pull me to where you want me to go and lock your legs around my.