"Gordon Winters, all-star sleazy car salesman. I thought you were moving up in the world, Reese. Surely you can do better than him," I sneered."Gordon...is not sleazy and he's in line to take over one of Kimble's dealerships as general manager. He's on his way to the top," she snapped triumphantly."Oh, he's a paragon of the community, all right. He breaks up a near eighteen year marriage without the slightest worry about his reputation. And what about your reputation, Reese? Or don't you care.". They were the black ones she'd worn just this morning. They were very sheer, with just an opaque panel to cover her pussy area, and they seemed very tiny. The material was soft nylon, almost silky, and felt cool to the touch. As I grasped them around my hot pecker, and began the slow in-and-out that would bring me such welcome relief, I enjoyed visions of the beautiful women who had shared their bed and bodies with me during the evening. My memory of the touches, the caresses, the breasts. Sam suspected that the wily Geronimo had his rear guard scouts maintaining contact with the following forces at all times always on the lookout for some mistake or tactical error that he could turn to his advantage even whilst he was retreating as fast as possible in a “run for your life” situation that promised no joy at the final end.His experience with the hostiles back in Texas had convinced him that they would continue to fight and cause as much trouble as possible despite full knowledge. Things got very tense at that point. Unsurprisingly, some of the Palestinians on board were quite radical and wanted a confrontation, either with the Israelis or with the Turks. The Turks on the ships wanted no confrontations whatsoever, and they let me land. I was still arguing with the Palestinians when the Israelis showed up and boarded the ships, and I found myself in between the two groups. The Israelis didn’t want an American diplomat anywhere near this clusterfuck. Meanwhile, my Secret.