I spent part of the afternoon training my new 'command' on how to travel and react while in enemy territory. I showed them hand signals and maneuverin...g techniques I had learned when JC and I served with Colonel Mosby's Raiders in 1864.In return, the two women taught me how to use the equipment sent out by the Pleiad. I thought most of the items were almost luxurious, even though they held common uses. I especially liked the sleeping pad that would keep my big muley butt off the ground while I. Harry quickly opened the drawer and grabbed a snack.Ginny had reached the counter. “Hey, Harry, Mum,” she said brightly.Ron ducked a bit behind the sill, but he still peeked around it. He gaped at Ginny’s utter cluelessness – she had told him about Harry and his mom, she had been troubled about it, and here she was, just chatting casually with them as Harry’s enormous fuckstick was buried deep in his mom’s blubbering twat.“Hey, Ginny,” Harry said brightly. Ron gaped at him – he had no idea how. Her pale skin and fire red hair seemed to glow in the light of the full moon. From the second I saw her I knew I had to taste her. Slowly, so not to startle her, I approached. To my amusement she was not startled at all. In fact she seemed to be just as comfortable as I am in the darkness. As I reach her, I introduce myself, "Hello beautiful. They call me the Hitchhiker, what is your name?" She looked up at me with a twit grin on her face and said, "They call me Jexxie." From the moment I. She’s wearing a light gray sweatsuit, and white Nikes with pink trim.{Angels here’s where we come in. I’d like to stay invisible while you do your thing slowly, as she jogs around the track. Start with her legs, so she’ll be able to keep running at least two more laps. Then gradually take care of that blown-out bubble butt. From there, I’ll leave it up to you, except to say, I’d like for her to look as much like her twins as possible at her age}[LEAVE IT TO US, CHARLIE. WE CAN SEE THE PICTURE.