I was flustered, but managed to keep my cool. I asked her what she meant, and she responded by asking if I liked Paris. I told her that I did indeed, ...hat I had been living there for many years and found it to be a large enough city to be entertained, and yet did not suffer from much crime. That answer seemed to satisfy her; at least superficially, because I was sure she didn’t understand half of what I was saying. She flicked her ponytail a couple of times as I spoke, perhaps from boredom, but. None of them had boots or purses worth taking. By then the woman was sitting up and looking about, her ripped-away dress in her hands. She had a tangle of long, dark hair flowing over her shoulders and a bruise on her cheek, but otherwise seemed unharmed. Her dress, however, was ruined, a torn pile of expensive rags. She held it up to show me."Who are you?" she said, after clearing her throat a couple of times and spitting.I told her I was an American soldier, a Continental."These were beasts,. I groaned as a felt him pull out almost everything but the head and then he plunged back into me as hard as the first time. His thrusts seemed to get deeper and more forceful as he fucked me faster and harder. I started moaning louder and louder and I could hear him groaning. ‘Jesus Christ Michael,’ I gasped. He didn’t reply. He sat up though so his knees were practically underneath me and he grabbed my hips pulling me farther onto him. He started moving again faster and harder. His balls. Kelly felt his touch and blushed. Her voice went up a notch as she replied, "I'm the county's new public health nurse. Just moved here. How come you know so much about ticks?”Ryan smiled. “Forest Ranger. I also volunteer at the ambulance service. Paramedic-trained. Nothing on the left. Let’s look at the right.”Ryan gently tugged her right outer labia and looked for tick movements.“Nothing… I’m going to open you just a little. Sorry.”Ryan pressed both lips outward; her opening responded to show.