What? Oh, fuck, Mom. Did Dad do it?”“We’re still not sure it was real,” I said, defensively.“You did, didn’t you? Your mother?”Damn it, ... was erect again. “Thanks, dear,” I said sarcastically.“She needs to know. She needs to not wind up like me, willing to do damn near anything thinking it’s normal and right!” Bettina said. “I think I tried to hold out too long.”“You did? I thought maybe this place just affected you more strongly?” I asked.“I don’t know. I just can tell there’s a huge. Then she did become aware of the pace of his movement inside her, and his growls and gasps told her that he was about to spurt. And oh, how she wanted that.To feel, or sense his cream, pouring into her from the head of his enormous cock was just plain fantastic. She had no doubts, despite her delirium that they were in the middle of a mutual orgasm. Life, for her, had reached a peakAs they slowly recovered their breaths, and Remmy finally lowered her to the blanket, she became aware of his cock. But I do have this,” showing him a gold bar. “I think it’s about five ounces. How much will that get me?”“I don’t know, let’s go over to the store and weigh it. Gold’s going for about seven dollars an ounce here, so that won’t be enough to cover what you want,” he said with a shrug.I was a little surprised at the gold price he quoted, but not shocked. I knew that from 1838 until 1932 the price of gold hadn’t changed by more than a few cents an ounce and that wouldn’t change until after 1932. I would get a third of that after removing the bones and skinning it which was still more than enough.I pulled the cart after me and into the side room that was my work area. I stopped beside the long center table and used the grav hoist to move the croc. I removed the straps and began skinning it and removing the four large clawed feet and the head. I set them aside and struggled to move the hide to the outer wall.I used another lift to put it on the work bench before carefully cutting the.