By early evening he’d be ready to place a small blasting charge in each hole and from a safe distance he’d blow them. A pile of gold-laden rubble ...ould lay at the base of the rock face, waiting for sorting.Before he was done and ready to leave, he’d have filled a dozen leather bags with gold pried from the exposed seams in the quartz rubble.Changed into his beaded buckskins, Mike rode a roan saddle horse and led a gray pack mule, its pack saddles rocking and swaying. He’d follow an obscure side. This is getting interesting…You’re in front of me, with your back towards me. I get behind and start kissing your neck. You feel my cock getting harder as I get aroused from your soft skin and sweet smell..You turn around. Our tongues touch: such a wild and wet kiss! I bet you like it dirty…My hands are around your neck, squeezing, always a bit harder until you almost can't breathe. You gasp and moan. My god, what a horny look on your face!My hands go down now, in between your tits, slowly. I played their games and I got pussy almost every day.The world was very different now. All the bitches I used fuck didn't want to be bothered with me anymore. The rumor was, that I was living upstate acting like I was the shit cause I lived in a house and in a white neighborhood, which was far from the truth. I had no choice but to live up here. I begged my parents to let me stay in Brooklyn with my aunt and finish my final year of school. They gave me that; " You'll get a better education up. My husband went ballistic, he claimed Sung and I were destroying traditional education. How could I argue? We were guilty as charged because his ‘traditional’ field is useless in California’s declining, tech-forward economy. It is poison to any career path. So when he threw a fit I took the job on an open ended appointment. In reply my husband started divorce proceedings which led to our legal separation. When my husband sees reason I will go back. Or when the job ends I may go someplace else..