The store keeper was happy to part with the thing for a single nugget of gold given to me by one of the Indians that couldn’t remember where he had ...ound it. It was just my luck to have a shot of being a rich man and having it robbed by a careless memory and lack of understanding about the economics of acquiring assets. I had to laugh at my own greedy feelings and decided that searching for gold was definitely not going to be on my agenda in this rough and ready time era.I need to confess that. My cock thickened under the pressure. In symmetry, Nina’s hands followed the shape of my glutes intimately. Instinctively I pressed my now erect cock into the table. Surely she felt the tightening of my butt muscles and for a second or two I was embarrassed, then fingertips parted the crease of my glutes and she leaned in with her full body weight. Without being overtly sexual, it was immensely erotic.Cool air greeted my hamstrings as Nina rolled back the fabric, tucking the excess under the. ”“Want to leave?”“I’m 42 years old,” I explained, “I have fathered wonderful people. I have a family- multiple families- of good people. I have people who love and care for me. I want to shut out the bad people, go back to the nest I’ve built, and lay in it. I’m tired of walking among the scum of society. I will never be like you again, but I can’t fight this as one man. It’s pissing in the wind. I just want to enjoy life, with the people I love. To the extent you can accept what I’ve done in. Somebody’s going to get wise if we keep this going too much longer.’ Agnes didn’t answer him right away. When she had finished dressing and fixing her makeup she leaned over his chair so that her twin mountains of skin were right in his face. ‘Don’t worry so much, baby,’ she whispered, ‘In another couple of days it will be all over. I should have everything wrapped up by Tuesday afternoon.’ Then she stood up and headed to the door. Wilbur’s eyes were glued to the round spheres of her.