We shifted to a computer-related conversation and it was as if my masturbation had never taken place.The next several times that we chatted online wer... our normal computer-related conversations. She never mentioned the masturbation chat and I never mentioned it either. I thought the matter had been forgotten.A few months later we were chatting online as I was trying to get some work done on a friend's computer. My responses were slow as a result and she eventually commented on it. She asked if. I felt my gown being pulledup then my thong was released from my ass. Shellie's hands rubbed andteased my ass and I became aroused by her touch.Her slippery hand brushed across my anus and I herd a moan escape melips. Then the finger began to stimulate my anus and slowly work its wayinside me. I was moaning softly as the finger probed in and out of myass. My pleasure built slowly then I began to buck my hips wanting moreof Shellie's finger inside of me. The finger withdrew but I buckedbackwards. . God!" she cried as the virile young shaft of hopelessly excited cock-flesh tore into her, stretching the slick walls of her hungry vagina and plunging deep into its seething depths. She didn't understand how he happened to be there instead of Ward Murdock, but all that was unimportant for the moment. The important thing now was what was done and what her lust-driven mind wanted done. The head of his massive adolescent cock smacked hard against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside her. Wilson and I were up with the first light. We drove to the cafe for breakfast. We both had a large breakfast since it was going to be our only meal till almost dark. I did stop at the convenience store for Generator gas and a box of oatmeal cookies. The kind with the creme filling of course.We were back at work on the prospecting by 9AM. The generator pumped water and we began digging and washing the sediment from behind the dam. We didn't look in the box were the gold, if there was any, would.