The act of getting her legs wide showed her lovely virginal mound off to best effect to us all. Her brown curls were fine, and did nothing to hide her...secrets. I specially love the tufts of hair she had at the top of her thighs. Her plump uter labia were pulled apart by the act of spreading, and the inner lips were on view. Surprisingly dark for such a young girl. Jenny also has a nicely large clitoral hood. I decided it was time to show all the guys that she was a true virgin. I used my. She wanted to get it over with."Come in, Vickie, my dear," Mr. Saunders welcomed as she stood in the open doorway. "Take a seat. I'd like to talk to you."She moved across the room, surprised that he even knew her first name, let alone was friendly enough to use it. In all the time she'd worked here, she couldn't recall him once addressing her by her first name. She couldn't remember him ever speaking to her, period, in fact, after the initial interview he had given her. And that had been so. Rather these were ordinary pendants, cameos and brooches.In sum, this was the everyday jewelry of my great-grandmothers. One smaller box contained a number of hairpins and combs, suitable for styles a hundred years ago. Silk scarves and wool shawls were much of the remainder. Winters in New Jersey were mild compared to what I was used to. On E-bay, I could get several thousand for the lot, but not tens of thousand. That changed with a single small box.The box was custom made and the top said. “Lay back and lift your left leg,” he told me as he then caught the back of my heal and raised it up in the air. I was cheating with my leg on the floor and without warning, Uncle Ron knelt on my knee that was supposed to be flat on the ground and then held my other heal higher and higher.I was really getting stretched, but more than that, my Uncle was basically kneeling on me, pinning me to the ground and was spreading my legs to their ultimate opening. He then ran a finger down the back.