"The meal was indeed eaten quickly and not just by the children. There were many spectators to watch and one of them was Helga. I knew Jón was smilin... as he ran to the woman and handed her one of the toys."This is a gift to you." I am not a child." I know that but it is still a gift. There is little that I can give to a person that has helped me so much."Helga's face softened and she said in a lower voice, "I will accept your gift. It almost seems magical. Is it?" Not in the least. Simply copy. I sat on the bed, and said, "Hey -- it'll only take a short time-- please stay." I feared that the technician might say, "No way dude." Ialso didn't know exactly what I wanted. I knew that I was at the clinicfor a very singular purpose, but the desire for human contact, even at thismost personal moment, overcame my hesitation to voice this request.In a very deep and low voice, the technician told me that he'd neverwatched before. I realized that the young technician had given mepermission. Ek din vo ayi or mai uski help krne lga.. Vo ek item check kr rhi thi to theek mere samne peeth kr k khadi thi.. Dosto sari company uski gand ki deevani hai.. Kya mast hand hai uski bilkul gol or bhari hui, usne skirt pehni hui thi uski gand dekh kr mera land pent mai tight hone lga , vo janti thi k mai uski gand dekh rha hu .. Vo halke se smile kr rhi thi, achank vo aage ko jukh gyi jis se mera land uski gand se touch ho gya,,Mai thoda ghabraya or piche hut gya pr vo smile kr rhi thi.. Usne. Things began to change in the 80s, and in some ways I grew up (in my 40s at this time...)• I saw a VHS video in one of my mag shops, with a couple doing stuff, and to begin with asked the shop lady in alarm what was happening (why was the girl making that noise), and it all fell into place when She burst out laughing• My first worshipping personally experience – Miss Melanie. Seeing a girl pose, deliberately showing Her knix, showing Her my mags and the state they were in, spunking my pants.