A second look ... No ... not junk. Platinum. Someone went through a lot of trouble.Crate five had little one pound boxes of C-4.Crate six had detonato...s in little tin boxes for the C-4 and thin black plastic boxes with a number pad and holes in the side that looked like the wires from the detonators fit. Not a clue. It was so small ... hand held maybe?Crate seven had loose, Winchester stamped, 308 ammunition. it was completely full. A 100,000? Maybe.Crate eight had 24 Italian BM59's in. Pages and maids going about their morning business stopped to stare, point, whisper, and giggle. And then it got worse. The great iron gates opened, and the cart passed through onto the cobbled street that led down to the town square. Gill's cheeks burned with mortified dismay.It was a Monday morning and surprisingly few people were about. But those that were about were much aroused at the sight of Gilli's predicament, and soon formed a growing procession behind the cart, marveling loudly at. They are so white and full and firm, like some Hawaiian Sea goddess."She smiled at his compliment. "Thank you Kona." Joan wet her finger and rubbed it around the tip of his cock and then down his shaft. He was holding onto the top of her head, mostly for balance, as she slowly sucked him back into her mouth. She moved her lips lightly up and down on his manhood paying particular attention to the prominent ridgeline and mushroom shaped head as her hand gently jacked on his lower shaft. She could. All the time that she was sucking his erection, he was fondling her tits through her bra.Finally, she released her grip on his cock and he pulled her to her feet; his hands eased her dress all the way down. She stepped out of it and kissed him deeply; his hands were caressing her firm cheeks. I tried to get a better position so that I could see her ass but, his hands were covering it.He moved his hands up to her bra strap and, he was just about to unclasp it; my heart was racing!'Am I finally.