"OK Boo-Ya, time to go up." I could almost feel his toothsome grin.The tunnel wasn't a long one. This wasn't wartime Germany. It was only 10 feet long..., starting on our side by a rubbish tip which disguised it well enough from the eyes of our warders and carefully calculated to break into the open again just 5 feet on the other side of the wall. It was only called a tunnel because of the section that went under the wall. The rest of the time it was just a very deep ditch.It took another hour to. .. eventually even the sparse, golden, hair-covered mound of her pussy... and he lay between her wanting, spread thighs, his face a scant inch above the thin, pink slit, not touching it with his hands, but licking the tight furrow from between the creamy spheres of her buttocks up to its very tip at the base of her belly, then down again and back up... gradually insinuating his stiffening tongue between the already palpitating lips, always going deeper into her, the taste of her affecting him. Her hair had turned prematurely white between marriages, some said it was the result of that first misadventure. Rather than spend the rest of her life hiding it beneath a store bought substitute, she had instead embraced the change. Not everyone could’ve carried that off at such a young age, but she did. Wearing it cut quite short, the absence of color made her face look striking rather than old, a condition that had continued to this day. Men still looked at her when she passed by, but given. There is no longer enough freight going overland between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara to make a freight line profitable. We just can't compete with the coastal boats. Unless something comes up in the next few days, we are all going to have to look for a new job!"A stunned silence was soon followed by everybody trying to talk at once. Finally, Keith said, "EVERYBODY, PLEASE LET ME GET A WORD IN. I have an idea which may save the company. Every night of this trip, I have talked ta local.