"Uuunngghhh..." Kye grunted in response, his narrow hips lurching reflexively upward at the very second her hot, wet tongue made contact, then began t... wiggle into the tiny, slightly cumming slit of his piss hole! Almighty goddamn! She knew how all right, all right! And she was so gorgeous pretty... playing with his hurtfully thumping cock with her tongue tip! Christ, he wished she were stripped naked so he could see how her big beautiful tits stuck out round and firm... and if she had blonde. This seemed to fit with the attire of the local tough guys, and I did not shave that day. All in all, it seemed to be an adequate departure to keep me from being labeled a Gringo without a second glance.I started visiting cantinas to try to get a line on The Tarantula and maybe picking up an offer of employment. My GPS was a uniform mass of indicators, so I was not able to zero in on a particular site. I was going to have to search the hard way. Even Mexican beer can begin to pall, so I was. Then she sat up."I needed to do that," she said. "I want to show you I love you as you are, my darling. All of you."With that she began to kiss my erection, all along its length, then onto my balls, sucking them one by one into her mouth. Instinctively I opened my legs wider, and immediately she drew her tongue along my perineum, returning with tiny kisses."I missed you: this you," she whispered. "I longed for you, night after night. I ached for you week after long week. Now at last I've got. The problem was that the Pacific Northwest people could talk up a storm to claim a lead in the race to the future “link-up” celebration, but when push came to shove, the Central Pacific was the railroad with the right mix of workers and with the right formula for laying track faster than any other company.We moved east with the Central Pacific work crews and it became a daily routine that seemed easier every day. I had studied time and motion methods in the distant future and was able to see.