My late Mom was almost as keen a fisherman as me and one day it had dawned cloudy and cool she suggested we try the small stream that ran just below t...e house called Mill Creek. I let her use my old hip waders as the steam could be waded in places and wore rubber boots myself. The water was still fairly high as it can get low in late summer due to evaporation and careless irrigation which happened a lot back then when the water ran crystal clear, the fish retreated to deep pools and literally. I watched as the two of them worked, one to a column, and tried to keep up a supply of bricks to them. Rocco was the faster bricklayer; it was amazing watching him work. He had a large triangular trowel that he would use to lay a bed of mortar down, spread it evenly over the previous row, then put a piece of mortar on the end of the brick, and set it in the mortar. He would use the butt of his trowel to set it firmly in place, then move to the next brick. As each row was done, he would check. Stop." The rush of ecstasy rushes through me. Scratching his shoulders I can feel him close. "Cum for me." Capturing his lips he cums filling me with his seed. Panting he rolls us over still inside me. Lying on top I nibble his nipples, biting his chest tracing the tattoo with my tongue. Climbing off I head south nibbling and biting as I taste myself and him. The taste of honey soaks my mouth as I suck and twirl my tongue around his head, licking from bottom to top tasting every inch of him.. Fred asked them many questions and scanned as well. We found out that when they were somewhere between 4 or 5 or about 30 years ago. They were living in huts and the local shaman said they had to stay inside during the day, and this went on for a long time. Fred found from the scans it was about a month by their reckoning. He woke them up just as I came back into the room again and we talked for a few minutes and I escorted them back to the main cave. Ok so only the oldest would be giving us.