. what you did (scrape), what you found (nothing) Depth of nothing from the stadia line (deep) and like that. The 'chink' is the bullet sailing past y...ur ear. Your heart rate tops out ... the adrenalin flows ... you are in 'oh shit' mode.I loved the shovel work moving a meter of overburden to get at 'the good stuff.'Even though you KNOW there's nothing there it's still 10 centimeters ... keep it level, keep it square, haul the buckets to the screens, log it at the end of each level.A typical. Poppa said, "I see no one with further questions. We will now consider proposals for action or inaction."Therefore, if someone is interested in interfering with these people, please stand for me to recognize you. I will later call for those who want to do nothing. Lastly, I will call for those who have another idea that doesn't fit anything discussed by that time. This is not the time for voting or hollering for support of some idea. However, you must be willing to sponsor any proposal."Eight. I’m Megan by the way.’ We shook hands and exchange few banalities about the heat of the day and how lousy work had been as she made herself comfortable. She was a little older than me, probably in her late thirties or early forties, although it was hard to be sure. Her attractive, lightly tanned face was framed by auburn hair cut quite short in what I recognised as a high-class salon style. She wore a short, floral summer dress fitted around the bust to reveal a hint of cleavage, which was. I felt that this was a way of both acknowledging and agreeing to become part of the family festivities in the future. I bent my head and kissed her on the neck and swirled my tongue behind her ear, and boldly began to cup both her tits in the palms of my hands and pressure those wonderful mounds of flesh. Now Fran was about 5’ 6” tall with a willowy body and perky tits. She was about a 34C cup size, in fact, a beautiful hand and mouthful. She had a bouncy way of walking and a booty that would.