Gardening in her work cloths is efficient indeed." Both women gave out a big laugh.Well it was a good idea. Seeing how I don't have time to clean up a...nd change it only makes sense to do my gardening in my work cloths. And it was Florence's suggestion, so why is it so funny?"And she looks like just the little gardener all dressed up! Well, ALMOST all dressed up!" Cynthia chirped.As the breeze flowed between my legs, cooling my already wet puss I tried to ignore them. They both knew dame well. . more soil is washed down from the hillside ... soil that contains gold dust and the occasional “picker” (gold that can be pinched between thumb and finger and picked up) and that gold seeks the bottom ... 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. I deflected it and backhanded him to the floor. It wasn’t even some brilliant martial arts move, it was a straight up bitch slap.He lay on the floor with a stunned look on his face, shaking his head slightly to clear it.“Is that all you got?” I let a small smirk appear on my face, just a minor goad.Rising carefully to his feet Jesse approached me with far more caution. After blinding series of attacks that were either deflected or dodged, Jesse was again picking himself up off of the ground.“So. I will size them at 34c. Pink areolas, with underdeveloped nipples were close to 2 inches across, and stretched tight from her maturing, swelling glands. On a side note, my ex-fiancée was tall and thin, with 34b teardrops. I must admit there was a bit of overlap of them both at some point. Dina hated her and let me know it when they met. I had become engaged in the spring to my last girlfriend or “2 Timing Whore”, which ever you prefer. Needless to say we didn’t work out. THANK THE STARS I.