”“Please email the video to me at this address.” I gave him an alternative email I used for personal communication instead of family or business...“Ok.”“What’s his full name and where can I find this guy?”“I am not going to tell you that right now. You never struck me as the violent type, but I have seen stuff like this turn saints into raving berserkers. I’m being a lot selfish here, because I don’t want you to do something that will ruin all of the work you have done with my son and the. He said "They don't fit. Don't worry I will pull out!"She didn't take much convincing and bent over, reaching between her legs to guide the tip to her opening. Fortunately she was dripping wet and despite his size he was able to push his cock inside her almost all the way in a few thrusts. I was watching her face, seeing her gasp as he pushed it up her. She asked if it was all in, I told her almost and she asked if he could try to go all the way in so she knew what it felt like.He started. A quick look at the plastic fuel filter showed that ugly oxide colour that only rusted iron can produce. I gave her the bad news, telling her that the closest place that had facilities to fix the problem was at Muncho Lake. She asked how far it was from here, and I told her. My honesty was rewarded by the threat of more tears than one man can possibly resist in a lifetime.“Aw, come on, Linda. Enough with the tears already” I tried to soothe her frustration. “Lock it up, and I’ll take you down. According to Louise it was just sex not love. ‘Miles was cool with it,’ she said there was no reason for either of us to kill him.’ At least that was the quote from the report. The male cameraman was interviewed while he was still in the area. According to him, he was supposed to meet Miles at the cabin in the gold camp. Unlike Miles he pulled a small camper along. His plan was to commute from the camper parked about two miles away on the fire road. The farmer who owned the land where the gold.