”“Well? Isn’t that really what men want?”I looked over at her.“Well, you’re good looking, and intelligent. That’s attractive, but it doe...n’t mean I’m going to try to jump your bones.”There wasn’t much more conversation before I pulled into the parking lot. It was crowded. The inside was even more crowded, and noisy to boot. The mixture of machine sounds, bells, whistles, dings, and all the chatter made it difficult to have any meaningful verbal discourse. Instead we followed Chris around,. The woman was struggling with two bags on shoulder straps and two more in her hands. Being the gentleman that he was, Paul offered to help."Excuse me ma'am. Could you use some help with those bags?" Paul asked politely.Abigail looked up and saw a tall, well set up older black man. In truth, Abigail classified anyone taller than her as tall. His hair line was receding but what was left of his hair was close cut and sprinkled with grey. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and had a good shine on. The man she loved! I screamed out as she put her finger to my mouth for me to let her finish. DeRonda said, I managed to get her calmed down as I sent John back home, I talk it over with Gina as best I could, I explained to her that she could not be with John as they were cousins. DeRonda told me that Ginas reply to this was that in Italy it would be OK. I told her no there was no way in hell that was going to happen. Gina told me she would tell her dad Carlos what was going on between me and. Main daik ke dand rah geya aor mujh main turnt karant ha geya aor mera land kehda ho geya aor main mere paas kahdi Sali ke vahin par lip to lip aor gal ke chumbne laine lag geya chuchiyan dabne lag geya to meri Sali ne keha ki pahle to mena kar reha tha ap sabr bi nahi ho reha aor boli chalo room main chalte hain. Mainaapki betana chahunga ki meri badi Sali ke height 5.5 inch aor rang ek dam gora chitta aor na jeyada motti aor na jeyada patli ek dam medium size ki good chest(chuchi) aor good.