If ABC doesn't give you enough resources, call up George W. Bush and tell him you want a thousand secretaries and researchers. He can strip them out o... the armed forces and bureaucracies all over the country and send them to you overnight. It's also going to take computer programmers to match your criteria against everyone who has died in whatever period you decide on, and other specialists too, depending on what aspects are important to you. -- "George, when you listen to this, call my helper. "I'm going to pour myself some wine," I stammered. "Can mommy get you want anything?" I asked, turning again to catch his intent gaze."No thanks," He answered as if in a trance, never averting his eyes from my elongated nipples. I turned on my heels and headed for the kitchen. I slipped into the bathroom to fix my face and brush my hair. I couldn't believe what I had done and had no idea what would come next. I applied a fresh coat of lipstick and it was then that I could fully see how. ........." the word drawn out and soaked with longing as his hand shifted slightly letting his thumb rest upon the hiding place of pleasure while his fingers ghosted down her lips over and over again just to touch them not to enter, at least not yet. The shutter took her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Slowly but assuredly his thumb moved in small circular motions causing her back to arch and her breathing to quicken. "More......... please......," her own want sounded needy. “Here, come closer and take a better look” she says quietly, almost to herself.When you get close to the wardrobe she kneels down behind you, smelling your hair and slowly rubbing her hands up and down your back, the smell of vanilla all over you as her hands move over your hips and onto your tummy and higher, purposely cupping your lil tiddies while an audile gasp and her breathing quick and shallow. “This is the only time we’ll be alone while you’re still pure” she mutters to herself, one.