We were both pretty quiet and I wasn't sure what was happening but knew where I wanted it to go so was getting harder in anticipation then an image s...arted to appear on the big screen. there we go he said proudly this is one of us in holiday in Bali. it was Mr.g moving back away from the camera his quite impressive cock I must say swinging between his legs. then Mrs.G appears in just a sarong and wet hair. she was as hot as I remember. they embrace in front of the camera as Mr.G removes her. ”He continued. “We’re one of the NGOs – that’s ‘non-governmental organizations’ in UN speak – contracted to distribute the food and medicine. The UN pays us for our work, and it’s an important source of revenue for us. Frankly, our program is a mess due to incompetent management. The UN is going to cancel our contract if we don’t get our program straightened out. We need an accountant out there. Quickly. A good accountant. And you’re good.”“How long would you need me?”“We estimate three. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still reading the Keneally, and getting ever more irritated by the behavio(u)r of the authoritative British. [That "(u)" is for you, Mr. Simmonds!]My dad's a patriot, I guess, but he's friendly to everyone. Rachel's part Japanese. There are aboriginal friends in Queensland. But Australia wasn't "empty" when the English invaded, settling the transportees here. It's very disturbing.I heard mum's. Daddy had to work very late last night and needs to sleep a little longer. But Daddy, Im bored, and theres nothing on TV to watch. So you have to get up! No baby, I dont. Just give me another hour. Well, then, if you arent getting up, can I get under the covers with you for a little while? she asked. Sure you can if you promise to let me snooze a little, I replied. She gently turned the covers back enough to slide herself between the sheets and get comfortable. Suddenly, my eyes slammed wide.