But she did not refuse. I promised to help her if she wanted to write. After a lot of persuasion from me she wrote briefly about our relationship. Alt...ough her writing is not of very high literary standard, it still reflects her emotions and feelings. I am reproducing bellow whatever she had written with a little bit of editing.“my name is mona. I am from a middle class family. I got married when i was only 15 years old. My husband worked in a private company and we were having a good life. My. After the manager had gone we sorted out the kitchen then went to the staff room to get changed out of our greasy uniforms, once again I saw the bulge in his white Ben Sherman boxers as he pulled off his uniform trousers, I stood there in front of him with my cock growing in my own boxers, I never hid the fact I was perving on him, I knew I had to act fast,“I love your boxers Chris are they cotton or elasticated” I asked“Don’t know mate”“is it ok if I feel them” and before he got the chance to. We agreed not to dig for gold on Sunday. It gave everyone a much-needed day of rest.Sunday September 2, 1849The people who went to Sonora got home late this afternoon. Tara was excited about the trip, exclaiming, “We need to set up the two mill wheels as soon as possible. At this rate, we’ll be out of flour and corn meal in four or five weeks. We could have sold even more than we took. Four guys got into a bidding war for the four bulls and we got $80 for each one. We even got twice what you. Before I could close them I saw her removing her t shirt, though I only saw her back side. She had a perfect shape and a beautiful round ass, a milky white smooth skin.Instantly I got a boner but I managed to cover them and also I closed my eyes with both hands, then she pulled my hands apart and told me that she finished changing and she would sleep in the next room. I replied a good night she then brushed across my shoulders turned off the light closed the door and went away.The thought of.