Thanks Brett, one silver well spent on that body. Owen thought and he thought it again and even one more time. If he had a few hours of repetition, pe...haps he could believe it was a good thing.Chaos. Opportunity. He was glad he had wedged two unused pieces of silver into the plaster of his cast. He could bend his fingers to his palm and hold them, but they really didn’t move around much. It was a simple plan. Give Maxim the silver, skin to skin. Not that it had mattered before, gloved hands had. We invited her to our house several times, but she refused the most invitations. I knew she adored our daughters and I did not understand why she denied our invitation. Megan explained in spite of she had much money, she was sad because she had not any her own kid. Our family troubled Amy, because it reminded her of the lack of children.Amy had buried herself in organizing of the Mongolian expedition. I flew with Robert to Ulaanbaatar (the capital of Mongolia) after Xmas to negotiate our. Carol Ann continued to show the finer points of using the Pomsincluding how to be graceful and flirty at the same time.After about an hour of showing us college pom and dance techniques thegirls swapped out their Poms and picked up their batons. Carol Anngrabbed her candycane striped baton and began to delicately spin itwith her fingers. "Now girls, lets wrap this up with some much neededpointers on how to become a champion twirler. Today I saw many of youwith very little stamina to make it to. I would watch as the twin halves of her peach started to push upwards to receive my soothing touch. A little more oil? - Why the hell not! This time, I think, dribbled into the cleft. My fingers would then trace the same oily path as they delved deeper between those luscious round cheeks. I would hear her gasp as they finally made contact with that sexy little button, and she started to buck, like a bronco with a burr under its saddle. Then would come her compliance, her acceptance. I would.