Sam had walked into the bathroom this morning to find her staring at her reflection in the mirror."Hon, you still look as good as the day I married yo.... Hell, you look even better!" Sam had said with a smile.Jessie had smiled back at him, and took a final look at herself before beginning her day. Her auburn hair was still dark and without gray, her green eyes still flashed her love of life.And now Sam was going to make one of her fantasies come true. But which one? They had talked about. "I hope our child has your red hair, Ellen," he finally said. "I'm glad I have been a gentleman all these years. Red hair drives me wild." I always wanted a wild man as a pet," she giggled.Jean led Ellen to the table where all of the proctors were having their lunch. They shared greetings as they settled down to their meal. After they had had a few bites, Jean asked, "Ellen, do you have any observations about the Program you'd like to share with us?"Glancing at Bob with a coy smile, Ellen said,. The egg was given by Tzar Nicholas II to his new wife in 1894 of the old calendar. The egg was not a favorite of the Tzarina since its blood red enamel reminded her of the fact her son suffered from hemophilia, a bleeding disorder without apparent cure. The color, of course, held positive significance for the girls ceremony for bleeding during the ritual was believed to be a sign of pleasing the spirits of motu corporum in gyrum. The alter held items that were related to the girls’ Claret. I just noticed that my hand had moved itself up to Chelsea’s tummy. It was gliding itself down to her slit. It was cupping her entire vagina. I wanted to stop but I had no control anymore. My conscious could not override my subconscious. Oh so gently, I caressed her lips. My little girl moaned onto my shaft. Up and down, I continued feeling her soft perfect skin. Why was it so perfect? Why did I have to want it so bad? I could spend weeks just feeling and looking at it. An inch away from the.