Her dress slid across her skin when she had turned to sit down. After only a few minutes in her presence, Angus knew that he would be fighting a ragi...ng erection for most of the night. It was already beginning. His cock hung down his leg, he could feel the fullness and the tightening of his scrotum. His body heat was building. He slung one leg up into the truck and sat down. The urge to adjust himself beneath the tight fitting pants of his suit was so strong he took a deep breath before he. He gives them a gentle squeeze and my eyes flutter involuntarily."Does it feel nice?" It feels very nice, Peter. You're so gentle."He squeezes them again, a little harder this time, causing a tingle to run from the pit of my stomach down to between my legs."Oh..." What happened?" Nothing, I just... it feels good, Peter."He groans quietly and continues to massage my breasts over my clothes in a delicious rhythm, my eyes drowsily opening and closing in a longing pleasure."Oh Peter...you're so. Or fear. Or anticipation.In slow motion, his cock slowly lumbered to life. He was not circumcised, so the head was still partly hooded as she could see it turn purple and start to swell. Her fingers slowly tantalized her clit as she observed this amazing development before her. His progress was as excruciatingly slow as it was erotic. Watching his face was almost as great a turn on as watching him get hard. She was moving fast and knew she was going to have an orgasm any time, possibly spoiling. I didn't have to think about things over which I had no control. I was relaxed even though at the end of the first full day I was exhausted. We quit prospecting when the sun went down."Let's take this mother apart," I said to Wilson. The sluice on the tale end of the box held nothing. Wilson had learned how to pan the water from the miners carpet. The sluice held nothing at all. There was lots of bb sized gravel in the bottom of the shaker box."Take a look," Wilson suggested. In the bottom of.