The hardest part was giving up Dad’s guns and other duplicate items that had strong sentimental attachment. There was also Dad’s strong box with c...ose to three pounds in gold coins - over fifty thousand dollars by weight alone - and silver coins. I buried the box with his papers, but had little hope of ever seeing it again. I divided the gold and silver between the three packs. The money took up relatively little space, and there might be a time it would be needed.In addition to the packs with. "Then, licking his finger first, he ran his finger inside and down the length of her ass crack as soon as she leaned forward again."That feels weird. Ticklish, actually. What you're doing, besides making me horny, is really making me nervous? I swear Bill, if I hear your zipper going down, I'm going to hit you with this pan I'm washing." Nothing, I'm not doing anything. I'm just playing with your ass is all," he said."Since when are you into ass play?" Since you developed such a beautiful ass,". ” Those were more words than I ever heard Mr. Caulder say since I met him. He must be really pleased with Glenda’s devotion to the House of Wellington.I was the one not sure how I felt about her. It wasn’t only Mr. Caulder apparently. Before facing my devoted slave girl, I wanted to touch base with my real girlfriends. The downstairs library was a perfectly private place to have that conversation.“Hello my Sweet Baby. How are you this fine, rainy afternoon?”‘Oh, Terry, I was just thinking about. I made myself a cup of tea, and I made one for my mate. I went back in the front room, gave my mate his cup of tea and sat down on the sofa. I sat there staring at my mate’s fit body. Horny bastard, sprawled out on the floor like that. He was engrossed in his magazine, didn’t know I was staring at him. He had a really fit body – smooth, hard, muscular, slim waist, great arse. What an arse. Nice round firm bum. Great arse framed by the elastic of his jock. I wanted to get up and put my hands.