We expected Metropolis to become our capital city, as it could contain thousands of people eventually.So we moved into the Governor's mansion. Perhaps...I should have mentioned that my name is Bob Kempe, and I am the appointed Governor of the planet Home, which eventually would be named Rehome. I have three wives, through no fault of my own. Diane, my original wife, picked our black South African friend and colleague Ruth, a psychologist, to become my second wife once we moved to start a colony. The coordinates are on the tag. I'll be waiting there for you.{br } Bring the cache with you.Back to the car, and I plugged the next set of coordinates into the car navigation GPS. Fortunately, it wasn't too far away, a mile or two back up the road. I wiped the sweat from my brow, started the car, and put the A/C on maximum.As I drove back up the road, I wondered to myself – just what was Heather doing at the moment? Was she curious as to how I was proceeding in my "treasure hunt"? I knew that. I licked around the head and tip of his cock; it was probably the closest it had come to being clean in at least a year.The other guy had not stopped his insistent pounding on my asshole. As the fat man pulled away and recomposed himself, I turned my thoughts back to what was going on behind me.“You’re a good little cunt aren’t you?” he said, “Your ass is so fucking good”In and out I felt him pump, growing faster with each thrust. He pushed me face down into the snow, it was freezing and I was. The dick head thought I was his mate, made a fuss, so I played it for all it could make me. He got fags, booze, dirty books which he could store in the big room, he even lent money not that he ever saw it back, that's where I think I went wrong.13 was a good age for pumping the meat and I did it a lot, the thoughts of girls cunts and deliberately looking up any skirt of any age was more than a hobby, when it came to the female sex I was one horny bastard, I talked of nothing else, come on at.