It's like revolutionary warfare--there's room for both soft embrace and pounding one into the ground. After all, remember all the firebases at Dien Bi...n Phu had charming French female names." She looked sad for a moment. "Don't want to break the mood, but I'm thinking, briefly of some very fine women that either didn't survive Dien Bien Phu, or were scarred by it. That I may think the French Republic is full of fools at the top doesn't mean that the nation cannot produce heroes and heroines,. Chyooge had no doubt whatsoever about that.The world was obsessed with sex, to the detriment of all else. He had no interest in it at all - or so he had convinced himself. He had long since repressed all his carnal craving and desires in order to give himself more time to devote to a thing he had a lot more passion for - making money. His old business partner Snarley had taught him these values, and although Snarley was now long dead, Chyooge upheld them firmly.On this bitterly cold Christmas. She loves young men and her husband knows this. She loves to have their cocks in her hands, in her mouth or in her rear. She loves to be on all fours on this rug, where she is now sweating with the two young men she so skillfully sucked hard. Upstairs is the large bed where she rode another young man's cock shortly before she came downstairs and beckoned for these two young men to join her in the room with the fancy rug so they could sweat together.There are seven other young men at this house.. "What's the best perversion of mine you like," he asked."Well," Tammy said, putting a finger to her temple as she faked she was thinking during a pause while she tilted her head toward her finger. "Let's see. I'd guess it's your penchant for dessert after lunch." That's a dessert I'll even take between meals!" he laughed right back at her."This diner is open 24/7," she joked as she lifted her hands from his and spread them wide offering herself up to him."Well Tammy," Karl said as he remembered.