Couldn't help myself. Are y'all real upset with me?" she teased him. She gently pressed her mons against his thigh."God woman, didn't I give you enoug...h?" I never get enough," she told him, more truthfully than he knew."Well tell me. Where is your sexy mind taking us this time?" Don't worry your head 'bout it... I like to let things kind of take their own course. I've got a few ideas all right, but we'll just see what happens. Okay?"Ron answered by kissing her lustily delicious lips and wrapping. ”“Why are you doing this? Does your husband approve?” I didn’t know if she was married or not so that was a way to find out.”Her eyes were downcast as she replied to the last question first, “He is not pleased but knows it is necessary. He is an engineering student who is almost to graduate but we do not have the money for the fees. Our jobs barely pay enough to live on. The people here say you are a nice man so I risked approaching you. Do you want me to stay?”I sat beside her and cupped one. In '61 I met my wife at a place called Fort Laramie where my partner and I were provisioning. She and my partner's wife returned to the diggings with us, and over the next two years we struck a major gold vein. In 1863, we formed a mining company with two more partners, and by 1865 my wife and I decided to return to England."It was on the New Year's Eve of '65 that I saw Priscilla again. She was indeed married to Marsden-Smith who had managed to ruin not only his reputation, but also his body. “I assume this outing is local? I wonder why he waited till today to say something.” “That may be my fault; I have waited a few days before asking you. And yes, it is local and he will give you the address in case something comes up. I will also text you every few hours, if you like. “ My jealous side kicked in. “Sounds like you've already made the decision to go,” I said in a rather sharp tone. “Well, I don’t want to have another boring weekend.” “I need to talk to James. Friend or no.