Additional stories are rife with old tales of lost mines, cursed veins of gold or silver, and bushwhackers or armed bandits that preyed upon the miner... but somehow lost all of their stolen loot in the end.The Southern Paiute Indian and Ute tribes also have many superstitions about the Death's Head Mountains and largely avoided the area entirely in the centuries before they were placed on a Reservation, considering the region taboo. In 1923, Dr. Simon Talbot of the University of Nevada collected. “Aah, no sir, please slow down. My ass hole is in tremendous pain like someone has put fire in it.”The more I begged him, the more he speeded up. His grabbing and teasing caused many marks on my ass and back with his nails. The people outside were a spectator of my moaning and screaming. Almost 10 long minutes later, my screams were lowered. But moaning became loud as my inner soul was now enjoying the pumping.I sounded like a sensual thirsty lady now, and mental rejection for fuck was now out. Anyway that morning during her usual parade, she had tripped and landed on the floor with her nightdress round her ears. Unfortunately I could not help myself and I had laughed out loud at her misfortune and for that, I knew that I would not easily be forgiven. The icy look that I received when she stood up told me that revenge would be heading my way soon.That night after leaving the party that the girls had previously arranged and reaching my bedroom I undressed, not fearing that my privacy. ’ Gotcha! We were on time. All of us. It would have been too cold to wait for a long time, even as hot as we were. We smiled happily, enjoying our date. Sue hastily explained that she had stopped our approaches the week before when she had the impression that the manager got suspicious and started to observe her when she went to serve us. But now, this was no longer important. We quickly climbed into our car and drove to our apartment. I drove speedily, to make up at least a little bit of the.