I want to feel you, I want to taste you, I want to tease you even more until you burst in my mouth or in my overheated womanhood. I move closer to res... my head on your shoulder, you steal a glance my way and give me your beautiful smile before getting your attention back to the road. I turn on my side to face you, pressing my soft breasts to your side while my hand caresses your chest through your shirt, and as I trap your earlobe between my teeth I rub up and down between your legs to excite. After that remarkable incident, the two of them had never used scented American soap or eaten anything except for rice and fish for about two days before and during a planned mission. This spartan regime had taken dedication, but by living this way they'd even smelled like the Orientals they were hunting. To the disgust of some of the other troops, they had learned to like the taste of nuoc mam, the infamous fermented fish oil the Vietnamese used to flavor many of their dishes.The first. You release my hands. ‘Mmmm. Daddy loves you girl.’ Yes, I know, now. There still is a reckoning to bear, but it is your way, the way, everything is as it should be. I put my arms around your neck. ‘Please hold me Daddy.’ You’re always teaching me, always telling me, always loving me. In your arms, your embrace tells me everything I need to know. This as much as anything is the most intimate expression of your heart. The language of touch is eloquent, soothing, taming the wild. Your body. It was right in front of the stage. When they looked around, the place was beginning to fill up with young men and women out looking for a good time. Most of them were American college students but there were a few others that were from other countries. Most of the people coming into the club had been drinking since earlier in the evening and were well on the way to being drunk.As they waited for things to start, the owner of the club came over and sat at the table with Rob and LaTesha and.