"Wha... what are you doing?" Veronica asked, breathlessly.Not bothering to answer, Damien/boy used his hands and started caressing her soft thighs. Ve...onica caught her breath at the contact of his hands. He continued moving his hands up her legs. Closer and closer, he neared her treasure hole.Veronica didn't even have the sense to close her parted legs to keep him away from her pussy.Meanwhile, Hotdog/boy and Goliath had pulled her shirt open and pushed down her bra to expose her hardening. Then I came on top of her and decided to make the first move. I started pressing her melons over her top. She didn’t resist. After some time of kissing and pressing, I tried to undo her top on which she resisted.She: no Tarun m way too shy please we can do this next time not nowMe: baby this our moments just go with the flow.I just grabbed her top and pulled it upwards and threw it away. She was shy and covered her boobs with her arms. I caught hold of her hands and crossed them into mine. And. At the far end of the chamber was an ornate throne, and an elderly-looking spriggan sat there. Sitting on his lap was Little Noise, and he was living up to his name! His crying should have been enough to make a stone weep; he was scared, and he was letting the world know about it.There must have been 60 or 70 spriggans scattered about the large chamber, all looking at Little Noise. The chief or king or whatever he was, was trying to calm Little Noise down to a dull roar, but not having any luck. The Ambassador was out of town and would not be able to pick it up until the afternoon of the following day - July second. It would take at least a day or more to get to the General.If Ambassador Al Farsi handled it personally, he would have to take a flight to Europe - most likely through Germany - then a flight to Pakistan. The letter would then be taken by a VIP to Tehran to be hand delivered to the General on the afternoon of July the third or the morning of the fourth.There was all kinds.