Paleo Pleasure: A Mesozoic Heat

Alan had been a paleontologist for twenty years. His wife, Emma, was a geologist. She would work on contract projects in the fall, winter, and spring, but she kept her summers free so that she could accompany her husband on digs. Alan specialized in dinosaurs, ancient marine reptiles, and other Mesozoic life, although he also found an interest in the early whales and gigantic sharks of the Paleogene and Neogene Periods. To Alan, size mattered. He liked big fossils.

Emma, or “Emmie,” as her husband called her, liked microfossils and smaller invertebrate fossils more. She was an expert at identifying the age of strata based upon invertebrate index fossils. Still, she enjoyed accompanying her husband on his digs.

Emma was very good at spotting fossils that were barely showing on the surface. For example, she excelled at finding gastroliths, stones that some kinds of animals swallow to grind up their food. They sometimes occur at dinosaur dig sites that contain long-necked Sauropods. Because of the effect of both dinosaur stomach acid and grinding action, fossilized gastroliths are so smooth that they actually feel greasy.

It sometimes annoyed Emma and Alan when people assumed that, since they were scientists, they were atheists. Both had been raised as Christians, and when people questioned their beliefs, they said, “Science seeks to understand HOW this wonderful world was created. But only God tells us WHY.”

One afternoon, at the end of a long day at the *Brachiosaurus* dig site, Emma showed Alan several gastroliths that she had found. Alan was delighted. “Your eyes are still as sharp as they are beautiful!” he said to his wife as he examined each gastrolith. (It was an inside joke they shared from the movie “The Ten Commandments.”)

Alan looked up from the rocks he was examining, and he noticed that Emma was rubbing one of the gastroliths against her cheek. “These are sooooo smoooooth,” she said. “I love how they feel on my skin.”

A few minutes later, Alan smiled to himself as they drove the couple of miles to their campsite. They had a motorhome parked by a small stream under a few trees. The motorhome had a propane-powered stove, heater, and water heater. It also had a generator and AC. He was thinking about how Emma had pulled a muscle that day. He did not want her to be hurting, but this played nicely into his evening plans with her.

“What are you smiling about?” asked Emma from the passenger side of the truck. Then she winced. “Ouch! I think I pulled a muscle in my back when we moved that femur this afternoon.”

Alan nodded and said, “I’m sorry that you’re hurting. I so appreciate your help and your company at my summer digs. Those gastroliths that you found today are the best I’ve ever seen! I know it’s hot and dusty at the dig site, but you never complain. I’m going to give you a sensual massage with a twist tonight to help stop your pain and to make it up to you.”

Now Emma was smiling. “With a twist? That sounds intriguing,” she said in her most sultry voice. “I’m certainly enjoying this alone time in the evenings. It looks like I’m about to enjoy it even more!” The term “alone time” was their code word at home when the couple wanted to be alone together and away from their kids. Emma absolutely did not want to be alone, by herself.

Alan felt his motor starting up, and it wasn’t the motor in the pickup he was driving. He thought about why he and Emmie had all this alone time. It was due to the decisions of their three kids. Their son was working for the summer between his freshman and sophomore years of college. They also had two girls, and both were in high school. The girls had decided to do a summer camp this year instead of again volunteering at “Dad’s Dino dig.” He hadn’t minded. This summer was working out to be a bit of a second honeymoon for Emma and him.

“What are you smiling about?” asked Emma. Alan’s face lit up as he took her hand and led her into the RV. “Well, it’s about my excitement for the evening ahead. Tonight, I’m going to give you the most incredible massage you've ever experienced.”

“Oh, really?” Emma said, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Tell me more.” Alan leaned in close and whispered, “It’s going to be a little bit of everything.”

As they ate dinner at their motor home’s table, Alan was understandably distracted. He enjoyed the trout, but the fish he caught and took to the wedding alter was looking mighty good! Afterward, they set up their massage table next to the motor home before Alan ran inside to shower himself.

When he came out of the motor home, Alan was nude and carrying a pot of quite warm water. He also had a geological sample collecting bag that obviously had something in it. His wife was also nude and lying on her back on the massage table, lit up by the alpenglow of the setting Wyoming sun. She was wearing sunglasses and gazing at the sunset, then down at her large breasts.

“Emmie, what a glorious sight you are!” said Alan.

Emma turned to look at him and smiled. She then again cupped the side of each full breast and said, “Allan, aren’t they lovely in this light? They look like horns at sunset.” (She didn’t mean horns like on a bull, but horns like mountain peaks such as the Matterhorn.)

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel the smooth sensation of those fossilized gastroliths?” he asked.

Emma nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! The more the better!”

Alan quickly agreed that his wife’s “horns” were beautiful as he set the pot over on their grill. “What’s in the… uh… in the collecting bag and pot?” asked Emma. Now SHE was being distracted by her spouse’s nude state. She was watching his penis going from flaccid to full mast. She loved to watch this happen.

“The items keeping warm in the pot are the surprise,” he answered. He moved over by the massage table and bent over to kiss his wife. Then he said, rather reluctantly, “Now roll over, and we’ll start your massage—even though I think it’s a pity to hide those beautiful peaks of yours.”

Emma giggled then slowly rolled over onto her tummy. She kept her eyes locked on her husband the entire time. He had strolled over to the grill and picked up something. He turned back to his wife and approached her. “Don’t you want to feel

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