. holes in cliffs and junk ... junk and more junk ... but it’s historical and can’t be removed. When I noticed men digging in the river and pannin... or running high-bankers I realized what the signs meant: Ophir Recreational Reserve.Fossicking was okay.“Erm ... Dad ... you missed our turn,” Abby said.It took awhile to find a place to turn around ... but we managed. We had to go all the way out or the gorge to get organized and on our way back.Central Mines Trail was a two track with more cars. What secrets were there that I couldn't see? Were the men as clueless as I had been? Were the five married women cheating on their husbands? Were the two single women spreading for some other woman's husband? What brought out that curiosity? That's the story.Diane and I met during our last year in college. We were both business majors, but somehow in a little over three years we had never had a class together. The first time I saw her was on the first day of Business Strategies. I thought she. And then, gradually, it turned into pleasure, and I could feelmyself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.?I didn?t want it to happen, didn?t want to break rule number two andhave the evening end, but it was incredibly difficult, especially when shestarted panting and gasping. When she came she started cursing me, a free-flowing riverof words that went on for almost a minute while she plunged in and out of me .. . and finally collapsed on top of me, the dildo buried deep inside. It took her a. "I tell you he is a poofdah." dad snorted as we held a family meeting without Tony "That boy is as bent as a nine bob note." I hope you're wrong," mum sighed, "though I must say he doesn't seem quite right."I looked from my father to my mother and sighed, we'd been talking about my brother for the past half an hour and hadn't got any further than my father calling him queer and mum hoping he was wrong. So far I hadn't heard anything from either of them to provide evidence of their.