So, we gathered several hundred Troy pounds of gold by the simple expedient of prying it out of the ceiling with long bars. a heavy canvas tarp was na...led to the ceiling then the ceiling was knocked down covering the hole. Away we went.We pulled into Bowens Holding in the late afternoon.“Mr. Bowen? Who owns the other side of that ridge?” I pointed at our little path.“Nobody. The state wanted to include it in my allotment but it’s too steep to plow or graze. Didn’t see no sense in it.”“Thanks. By this time she was on the ground with her hands and Mark's hands all over her and she continued to whine they weren't coming off quick enough,then she just went,all over her jeans and Mark's hands and it was like a fountain going everywhere,I couldn't stop laughing and either could Debby(Marks friend). Once she was done,she said know one will see as her her jeans were a dark color,I'll just put my jeans back on,and that's what she did.We all went back into the bar and back to her table all. Ivy is one of the most cold and calculating people that I have ever known. She made me think she was my best friend when she was really looking for a place to stab me in the back.Everything Ivy did was to manipulate myself and everyone else in the contest. She lost the contest to see who could get the most phone numbers on purpose and faked a drowning incident to fool us all into thinking that she was some kind of helpless waif that couldn't hurt a fly. I cannot believe I actually dove into the. Mmm. That feels nice. Does my mouth feel nice on your cock?” I'd put some baby oil on my hand and was stroking my eight inch hard on.Welshwriter --- “Oh yes it feels wonderful.”Blue Lace --- “Can you feel me playing with your balls?”I moved my free hand and began to do what she was thinking about.Welshwriter --- “Yes, it feels great. Can you feel my fingers in your cunt and my tongue on your clit?”Blue Lace --- “Ohhh yes, yes. Finger me harder.”Welshwriter --- “Are you wet?”Blue Lace --- “Ohhh,.