All we lacked was a big ‘X’ to mark the spot. The strongbox was iron, encased in a thick coating of rust and dirt, but we managed to get it open. ...old. A little something extra to go with this little country hilltop.By the time I got back from town with a stack of plastic tubs, Jay had the coins washed and stacked. We spent the evening cataloging them. Jay knows a little bit about how these things are valued. All I knew was that gold was gold and it’s twelve hundred dollars an ounce and we have. I knew they did. I’d seen them.“Sometimes. Did you like feeling her up?”“Sam, what’s the deal? Why are you asking me this?”Sam had her eyes closed. She squirmed a little, and I saw her squeeze her bottom cheeks together.“It got me excited.”This was very interesting news. I stiffened, and wriggled a little to get more comfortable.“Sam, Heather felt so good I never wanted to stop rubbing her. When I touched her nipples, she pushed back against me.”Sam squirmed some more. I leaned over and kissed. As I lay there with her in my arms I said, “You know you could make a fortune stripping.”She laughed and asked, “Who would pay money to see this?” Then she ran her free hand down her body.I replied, “I would! And I know of a club where you would be a hit. It’s for older guys. The age to get in is forty. That keeps out the damn kids and their crappy music. All of the strippers are over forty and need a little extra money just like you.”I felt her shiver and get goose bumps. Then I realized that. "How many times did you get fucked?" "Since I last saw you?" she said. "Five times. I got fucked by my wife five times." "Anyone else?" I asked. She looked up, surprised. "No." "Okay," I said. "I believe that. Although I suspect you fucked yourself a number of times too, my little whore, but I will let those slide. How many times did your wife make MY pussy come? Did she eat my pussy?" "She made me come every time. And yes, she tasted your pussy. I'm so sorry. I tried to be a good girl. I.