I lean forward and Michelle takes a cup and pours water over my head. Getting my hair all wet. She takes her hands and starts massaging my head as she...works the shampoo into my hair I can help but sigh in contentment. She continues rubbing and caressing my head and scalp. She then takes the cup and pours water repeatedly over my head getting all the shampoo out. Her hands start working their way down towards my neck and shoulders massaging as she goes. I feel as though I could just melt in her. . because it’s heaviest and likes to hide. Bedrock is as far as it can go.Disinterest and low mineral prices keep the amateur prospector home for years ... but the flood is an annual occurrence: gold keeps moving to the bottom of creek and riverbeds. That’s general physics.Sure, there’s the “crank hobbyist” ... he’s the guy who kept your ball when it bounced into his yard. On week ends he takes his loaded pickup or car and heads for the mountains ... going camping ... he said.He’s not married. Still, eventually they were done and he, along with Emily and Amanda, was sent to wash his hands as well as get drinks and sandwiches from the pantry to give them all a light lunch.“Well done, all of you,” Mary congratulated them. “That will be a beautiful display in a few weeks once they all fully flower. Now, go wash your hands, boys, the quicker you’re done, the quicker we can eat.”The boys scampered off, clearly looking forward to grabbing a bite to eat, whilst Mary and the girls spread a. No it was more than that, I needed it.?You have done well my brat I am pleased with you and you shall be rewarded.? He stood and removed his clothes smiling down at me. I could see that he was already hard and erect and smiled myself in anticipation. He unlocked the cuff and released my legs from the bedpost massaging the ankles where the metal had begun to rub. His touch sent waves of pleasure though my body and causing me to moan softly. He knelt between my legs and using his hard cock began.