He then held my hair with his right hand, pulled me towards him and started tasting my mouth.After he let go of my hair, Iman released my hands, place...d his palms on my hip and kept fucking my ass, and he also started slapping my ass. It felt good. I was moaning.“Oh yeah…fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!”I was almost insane. Ikmal laughed and said,“Yeah baby, now you are talking”After some time, Ikmal was holding me upwards with each of my boobs squeezed in each of his hands. My hands were freely. So there we sat on the pool deck drinking margaritas and talking while the k**s played in the pool. I made it a point to laugh at all his jokes and I touched his arm or shoulder whenever I could. For his part Chris made sexual innuendos whenever he could and continually told me how beautiful I was. Man I was getting hot with all this flirting. At one point I laid on the lounge chair face down and undid my top. I also pulled my bottoms together to form a type of thong. As I lay there I. I'd go to Tahiti Threads and try on their jeans. These were no ordinaryjeans, they were really low. When I put them on, furtively, in thedressing room I got that thrill too, and maybe, just maybe, sometime Icould wear them somewhere. I was terribly attracted to the girls whowore them, and I would get that feeling of having the exposure and theroundness and feeling ambivalent about whether I wanted to be the imageor chase it.So this one time I went there and put on a pair of dark blue. B. will find it. ‘If THAT happens, then I can almost guarantee the only miners left here will be the ones with working mines now. There never were that many. The only mine that survived into my time that I know of was the Homestake, over at Lead. We’re just looking to hurry that along!’ I laughed as I contemplated the sweet irony of the Indians deliberately starting a gold rush as the ultimate weapon in their war against white expansionism and greed. Grandpa’s grin threatened to wrap right.