A few people shifted in their seats."Now there is another threat. These are pictures of a new INC satellite. It has been placed in synchronous orbit a...ove our territory." What is it?" I found myself asking. Several people scowled at me."Officially it's for climate research. We think it's a weapons platform. We've code named it Hammer." Microwave?" Probably not. The atmosphere would attenuate the beam unless it was ludicrously powerful." Well then?" Our scientists say it might be a charged. . And fir vo thodi der bad next stop pe utar gaye,,,,me seat p beth gya bus,,apni raftar se chal rahi thi mosaum thand ka tha,,me ek jacket le gya tha,,and pass wali lady ne shal odd rakhi thi,,,bheed kafi the,,to mujhe garmi hone lagi me,,,apni jacket utarne laga to,,,,itna space b nh tha k me use thik se utar saku to jaise tese utarne me,,meri hath,,elbow (kohni ) pas wali lady k boobs ko touch ho gai,,,,,mujhe ajibb sa jhtka laga,,and im saied ki soory..Usne koi b ans nahi diya,,,,ek dum. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher Aufregung und Neugierde die Riemen und öffnete den Band.Ich war. Christine was on her knees, both arms on the couch. I got behind her, and ate her pussy. I licked her snatch, but every so often I drifted up and licked her ass. As soon as her tongue touched her rim, she began to moan with delight. Grabbing a pillow, she buries her face. After giving her rim proper attention, I slide a few fingers in her ass. First one, the two, and then a third. She screams into the pillow, and then out loud..."Your cock...your cock, stick your fucking cock in there!" I.