” “Oh an emergency! Can I help?” “Actually you might be able to. You better come in.” PC Lovett entered and looked at the scene on the sofa....“What’s going on here then?” she asked. The doctor explained the situation, as Angela stroked James’s cock, which just appeared to be getting harder, the head almost purple and engorged. “We need to make this man cum quick.” “OK,” said the hot lady policewoman. “What shall I do?” “Can you undo your uniform and let him fondle you, we need to give him as. This is neat." She was looking through the coffee table book I'd had made. Pictures of the nugget and the entire process it took Benjamin Mint to make gold coins from 'scratch.'As she turned each page I presented her with samples of the process displayed in the pictures.A scale model of the 'nugget' ... Very heavy, it was real gold after all.Then a 'blob' of dipper gold from the first melt.Next, an example of slag before the chlorine gas treatment.An example of the platinum and silver. It was a short walk to the computer, and when he got there, the long buried file he sought was still in the same place he’d left it months ago. Then suddenly, the years rolled back, and there she was. Her voice called out through his surround sound, from an almost forgotten day when chasing rainbows was all that mattered. Then, as always, there was the scene where on a crazy drunken night, when she rose like a Siren from the cool pool water, naked and beautiful. His hand reached down for the. Ryan came bounding up through the back door and grinned at me. 'That's what you get for spying' 'I wasn't spying you idiot, you made me burn my fucking toes!''Watch you langue!' He laughed, 'you're a lady now remember?' With that he strutted out of the kitchen. I heard him leave through the front door with a bang. Leaving me to clear up the mess. By 10 am both my parents had gone to work for the day. I had dressed in a pair of denim hot pants and white vest that pulled tight across my ample.