She was tall, probably about 5'8 or 5'9, and slim, medium length brown hair, wearing jeans and a blue and white knit sweater which was tight enough to...show off a rack that was larger than I expected based on the rest of her frame. I'm not a very good judge of age, but my guess was that she was probably in her mid 30s. I pulled up next to her, and she said "If you want to camp back there with me, you're welcome." That kind of threw me for a loop, being totally unexpected. It was definitely. As well as teaching me the history of the people, and thelanguage, it told me that I was special. I was to be the Chronicler,and should record the people in every way possible. Before then Ialmost always just took pictures of landscapes, but the river wantsme to chronicle the people: how they live, where they live, and whatthey do. Most days since then I have been out taking pictures of thepeople and their houses, sometimes with them working on their craftsand projects, if they do them, if not. Watson and I do not need to calm down, your hospital called my office who then called me and said it was urgent, so take to me to my son now!”“I’ll take you back there now, and I am sorry for the seeming lack of compassion.” Ms. Jacobs said.When we got there the doctors were working on the scrapes and cuts as well as ordering up some of the tests that they were going to do. Jason looked terrible and was unconscious. I could see scrapes and cuts on his face and shoulder; the nurses and the rest. ‘Twirl around, let him see you from every angle!’ Kirsty said. Sarah turned around slowly, bent over to give me a good view of her bum then stood facing me. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra letting it fall to the floor. Sarah squeezed her tits and pulled her nipples. My hand went to my cock again and I began to jerk myself off. Sarah and Kirsty watched me intently, Kirsty pulling her camisole top off so she was topless too. Her tits were as pert as I’d always hoped and her pink.