Phir didi ne apni elastic wali shalwar neeche kar dee . didi black clor ki panti pahni thi jo didi kr gore badan par sundar lag raha tha.Phir didi ne ...anti ko nehi sarkya aur chota sa lund bahar niakl kar boli ye le dekh, maine didi ka lund haath me le liya, phir didi apna hath mere lund par rakh kar boli chal ab tu bhi dikha, mara lund pehle se hi tana huva tha, maine bhi apna trouzer neeche kar deya.Didi ne jab mara lund dekha to hairan ho gaee ,bhai tera lund to bohat bara ho gaya hai, kaya. . .’ Worse still, word started to leak out about all the advance warnings Drubya had about 119, and how they were deliberately ignored. His approval rating was sagging, and rapidly heading back into the crapper. The Dimwits in the Sinate were forced by popular clamor to hold investigations, to at least make it look like they were doing something. Even the whitewash investigation by the Sinate Dimwits threatened to spill more beans than Drubya could ever scoop back into the bean jar. They were. Next, I chose one of the larger boxes, about twenty inches tall and twelve inches square. I immediately recognized the ornate jeweled gold egg on an equally jeweled and ornate base. As part of our studies of Russia’s history, I did a report in high school on the Fabergé eggs. If it was real, this was the Royal Danish Egg, crafted in 1903, and one of eight missing eggs. Over the next hour, I opened each box and photographed the egg inside.All four of the previously photographed missing Imperial. Seans fingers had stopped when I had moved but now were tracing along my open thigh.I softly moaned as Seans fingers reached the top of my thigh. He was soo close to my fanny! "Touch me" I repeated in my head. His fingers stopped at the top of my thigh. It felt like he was waiting for something.......Then I felt it......Seans shaking fingers were exploring the front of my little bedtime knickers. He was stroking my fanny. Yeah through my thin wettening knickers but he was still touching me. His.