He wasn't comparing the handwriting, like Brady would be doing. Instead, he was looking for, and documenting, clues in the language in the work. He'd ...xplained to Kendra that every author has his own unique style, and uses words and word order that will look familiar to those who have studied his or her writing."I'm Jerry," said the man. "From The Museum of Science and Industry," he added. "I'm here to pick up an old manuscript and take it back to the museum." I thought Brady was going to call. Rubbing himself against her, he tried to control himself. He wanted to ram into her, to take her hard, to love it… but he stopped himself. He’d been waiting for this for so long. He wanted to savor it. Slowly, ever so slowly, more slowly than he ever thought he could, he slid into her, her head thrown back, her chest arched up into him. The slower he went, tighter she felt. Her breathing was deep, almost breathless, her hands gripping him tightly. He leaned down and kissed her gently, finally. "With a fever as high as yours was, you could have said anything, but it's all inadmissible regardless. You are a minor and they admitted you without notifying your parents." I see. And that renders everything else invalid, doesn't it?" Somewhat. They are trying to convince the court that you were aware of everything and approved all the decisions made." I don't even remember going to the hospital." I assure you, they will remember you." He chuckled again. "They have filed every possible motion. Unki saari utar chuki this.Woh sirf petticoat mein thi, mein unhe turant samabala aur table par leta diya. Apni shirt utar di aur unke upar chad gaya.Jaise hi meri chaatti se unke boobs touch hue. Itna acha laga ki maja aagaya to meine unhe kask kar pakadh liya aur kiss karne laga. Woh phir se resist karne lagi to meine ek haath se unka petticoat uthaya aur unki chut mein ungli daali jo ki bilkul gili thi aur saath mein unhe kiss kar raha tha.To unhone ek dum se meri pant kholi aur Lund bahar.