He had passed my inspection so all was good for me. I had been thinking all morning long about what I wanted. We had clicked early on in our conversat...ons and he was sure of himself I was what he was looking for in a mistress. He offered me an arrangement before even meeting me.He reminded me of that one non traditional relationship I had with the "Politician" years ago. Everything I was looking for in a daddy. I told him I was sure of what I wanted to do... I was there wasn't I? He told me to. To be honest I was spent from climaxing so hard from being eaten, that I could have done without fucking him, but I thought that it would not have been very fair so I laid back and took him inside of me. He obviously liked to sit up so that he could see what he was doing, men are so visual and I added a little to the visual experience by rubbing my clit and pulling my cunt wide open for him to see where his cock was going. Then he laid down on top of me and thrust harder and quicker, I could. The spreading, along with the weight causes the edges of the ice to scrape ... down to and past ... sometimes ... bedrock. Scientists call that scraping scour ... like a scouring pad. It's past scrape ... that shit gets right down to the 'nitty gritty'The rocks and the gold gets ground up and pushed along by the ice. When the ice melts the gold falls out ... it's heavy so it falls out first. the gravel falls on top ... along comes a river and the water gathers the gold and deposits it anywhere. The image of flowers came to mind, soft velvety, lavender. She imagined the smell as if she were lying on her stomach naked while strong hands rubbed the warm oil into her thighs, calves, shoulders, back. Smooth hands traveling up and down her body. Stress and tension melting way as passion rose to replace them. She pictured herself turning over and those same slippery hands moving along her arms, ribs, across her chest. Slick fingers squeezing her breasts. Her nipples sliding out of gentle.