On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet. Sally quickly picked it up and, not sure what to...do with it, they took it home. There, she counted the money - fifty thousand dollars!Jerry said, We've got to give it back.Sally said, Finders keepers. She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.The next day, two police officers were canvassing the neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on their door. Pardon me, did. “Still not getting any?” he glared at him making a face. “I told you,” he continued. “Let me come round and fuck you in front of him, it will make him see how much you are worth. And you know I’d show you a good time.” She blushed, she knew he was right. He was one of her best friends and had known each other for many years. She looked at his handsome face, seeing the similarities between him and her husband, she knew why she liked him. He had similar features, the way his bone structure was.. But then we reached Pouce Coupe in British Columbia. We probably could (should) have gone on to Dawson Creek where the Alcan Highway really begins (Mile 0), but it gets dark early in the fall that far north, and I was dead tired. You must remember that in the fall of 1949, the road ended for all practical purposes at Edmonton. The little towns west of Edmonton were isolated prairie communities linked only by a railroad and the dirt track (And I mean dirt!) we were following.The (only) hotel had. And then, he ordered me into the fuck room. ?On your knees? and quickly he lubed me and fitted his condom as I spread myself and buried my nose apprehensively in the sheets. He wasted no time. He took the Lord cock and rammed it into my begging hole. He fucked me hard and slow and made me feel very enslaved and content. The abiding sensation was one of being happily conquered and pleasure in both mind and bum. What I remember (now some months later) is that on this second visit, I was an.