They would be damned expensive in 1911; the 600gb price tag specified Nur 99,9 Feingold-Barren' (99.9 fine gold bullion only); about $2520.00 US gold ...ertificates or bullion in 1911. Why they were even near the Great Lakes is a mystery; someone must have thought they'd be great on the bridge of an ore freighter. The mile and a half from the bayou to the boathouse was almost too close for focus.I had managed to confuse Kenny badly enough that I paid twenty dollars for the other crated Zeiss. I take my hand off of your nipple and trail it down your back towards your perfect ass. I give your ass a light smack, then harder as you as me to do it harder. Your ass is red by the time I’m done smacking it. I lift you up on to your desk, your legs on my shoulders. I grab your thong and pull it down and off. I tail kisses along your inner thigh, slowly heading towards your wet pussy. You grab my head and try to get me to go right to your pussy, I look up and say “Beg me, tell me how much you. ” I said as I grabbed her by the hip and we began to walk back to our cars. As we walked back to the cars, I of course fondled her butt again and she was now comfortable enough to just grope my bulge. We finally reached our cars and Stephanie was giddy and I could tell she had enjoyed herself.“Well, I had fun tonight; next week should be even more fun.” Stephanie said as she turned to face me in front of her car.“Who said the night was over?” I responded and Stephanie looked at me with her. I see almost the entire length of your legs. I admire your muscular calves and firm well-toned thighs. Remembering my purpose, I crawl to your feet and grab the loose shoe. I wrap my hand around your calf and ask, ‘Can you lift your foot?’ Your body shifts as you turn your knees toward me and then remain still. I wonder why you hesitate, but I wait patiently. Slowly, carefully, you uncross your legs while I try to steal a peek into the dark cavern up your skirt. You pause again with your legs.