”“Uncle Haskill!” I ran to him, trying to give him a hug. My hands went through him.“I’m sorry, child, I cannot physically be there. But you...and your companions have earned a boon with your actions. I think they’ll all be happy. Farewell.” He vanished.“Um, Martina, who or what was that?” Serana asked.“Uncle Haskill. Well, he’s not really my uncle, but he’s my mother’s chamberlain. He taught me ... well, a lot. I remember him doing the fire, ice, and lightning trick on one of the Obelisks that. Par vo chehra poore din mujhe dikhai nahi diya school ki chutti bhi ho gayi par shayad vo school hi nahi ayi thi. Men ghar aagaya meri halat kuch aisi hi thi jaise dard se tadapte hue panchi ki hoti hai vo na to ud sakta hai aur na ek jagah chupchap reh sakta hai. Man to kia k ek baar unke ghar jakar dekh aun par pehle kabhi gaya nahi tha so nahi gaya.Dusre din phir school gaya vo Saturday ka din tha us din shilpa madam ayi thi aur men bahut khush tha. Interval ke baad unka period laga copies. He handed one to Victoria and raised his. "To a sweet, beautiful and loving girl," he said. "Thank you again, darling."She raised hers. "To my very, very special fiancé," she replied. They touched glasses and drank never taking their eyes from each other's.There was a tap at the door. Mark opened it and there stood Sergeant Roberts. "Hallo, Sergeant Roberts," he said. "Come in. What can I do for you?" It's when you'd like your dinner, Sir. I didn't want to rush you with the champagne but at. And I wanted her.I could hear her panting quietly as I gazed down at her nude form. My hands covered her breasts and gave them a light squeeze, feeling her aroused nipples pressing against my palms. I was already stiff, an uncomfortable tent forming in my briefs and jeans with seven inches of hard cock pointing out in Wendy's direction. That last must have caught her eye, because my wife grabbed my pants by the belt loops and dragged me over her chest in a swift, insistent move.Curious to see.