I felt his cock pump as I closed my lips around the head of his cock, and I tasted his salty precum coat the inside of my mouth. I worked my way down,...until I reached the base of his cock. He moaned and put his large, calloused hands on the back of my head, and began to throat fuck me. "Here, stand up," he said as he got up from the couch. I stood up with him and he lifted his arm behind his head. "You like the way a man smells?" he said as he grabbed my head and forced my face into his pit. I. . send to contact.. that’s it.She took mobile and started practicing. I moved towards her head to watch the mobile screen and touching her hand. My penis again started becoming hard. She asked what to type? And I started dictating “I love you” she said what??? I said type it and send to mama. She laughed and said no no. I forced to type for practice and she typed. She asked what next. I asked to send that.By mistake she selected my number and sent. I started laughing and she was bit embarrassed. He never replied. He would not even take our phone calls.Because of his intransigence we unanimously decided that there was no way we were leaving without a fight. This meant putting extra bolts on the front and back doors and the windows. We thought we were secure.The day came when we were due to leave and as expected the landlord was ringing our doorbell at seven in the morning and shouting through the letterbox.I, being the big mouth of the group, opened the window and shouted down to him to. I never heard of anyone taking gold from the mine, but I would not bet on it.We used to send a convoy out from each end of the road each morning, and they met on the plateau for lunch, which was the only place in the 96 mile trip where they could pass each other. We set up a cook tent on the plateau to provide lunch, and the half a dozen men there reckoned it was the loneliest spot in New Guinea.A young bloke who acted as our unit barber had the job of taking supplies up to the plateau lunch.