“Mmmmmm,” I hummed as I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged my face into her crotch. Sex Sweat was pouring down from me as my body worked to pleasure us both. “Look here,” she said as she reached into the lap and picked up a pair of silver rings with big stones hanging from them. The holler was virtually simultaneous. Mandy slowly began to stir when the aroma of the coffee I brewed up danced into her nose. (I guess she remembered the time I fucked her in the elevator at school when she was going to her interview for an internship with the archeology department.) With only the slightest touch the decayed piece of material around the chest fell apart, allowing two silver rings to rattle down through the ribs and fall to the floor. With the first swipe of her fingers Mandy froze in place, her eyes glued to the object in front of her. The breast plate made the nipple and areola protrude from the hole to an unnatural looking length, making them seem to be begging for attention. “Looks like our last victim,” I said as I approached the elaborately decorated seat. “Hey David, come here and look at this,” Mandy said. “It must weigh 3 or 4 ounces.”
“That’s a nice bit of jewelry,” I said while
