As I neared his stomach, I could tell his cock was coming back to life. I continued down, running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. His h...ps were slowly grinding toward my mouth. I pushed my mouth over his cock. I grabbed his balls, gently massaging them while I sucked his cock. My tongue traveled up and down his length, swirled around the now engorged cockhead, my mouth swallowing him right down to the very base of his glorious cock. He felt wonderful in my mouth. I could make a. It was eleven miles of steady, sometimes winding downhill just to get off this heap of rock and a lot more to head into town. Thank God for his faithful old Indian 841. He thanked God for it even more, remembering just how tough it could be to walk up those eleven miles at this altitude for a man like he was, carrying his supplies for at least a week on his back. He’d sure done that enough, back before he’d bought the motorcycle by mail order. Back in 1941, somebody in the army had figured out. Stan sighed in delight as I milkedhis prick, and when I had dabbed every drop from thepucker at the end of his foreskin he sat up looking atme. "Thanks, buddy," he said. "Now it's your turn. Liedown the way I did and I'll give you the ride of yourlife." I followed his instruction and lay on my backas Stan again grasped the thick fleshy pucker of myforeskin, which even with an erection projected beyondthe end of my glans. Using the thumb and forefinger ofhis other hand he began massaging my. The heaviest boxes were stacks of 6 boxes long and 4 boxes wide. This stack was 5 boxes high. It took 4 of us to move a box from off the top of the stack down to the cave floor. We opened a box sand just stared at the shiny gold bars laying inside of it! It was a very breathtaking moment! I took one out of the box and it felt like it would weigh about 25 to 35 pounds. These bars had stamps on them but no one could read the writing. So I had my Master's helpers do a rice paper rubbing on one of.