As Mia was bent over and as my wife stepped out of the material around her ankles, my wife and I made eye contact… the look of excitement was writte... all over my wife’s face. I took the opportunity to do two things as Mia was still bent at the waist: I slid my fingers down between Mia's ass cheeks, over her tight little rosebud and then easily slid my middle finger DEEP into Mia's dripping folds. Mia exhaled loudly and left no doubt as to where finger was resting. I then looked my wife straight. He has access to the media, and so he could get his message out another way. It might not get the same amount of attention he’s gotten with kneeling, but it wouldn’t have the negative aspects, either.”Thankfully, the bell rang. I wanted to talk to Wolf more about his feelings on racism. If he felt uncomfortable about something, I wanted to know. I hadn’t realized the security person had made him feel as if he was being watched. I knew that Tim and I joked about it when it looked like the girl. Strong winds sliced through the area, gusting to over fifty miles per hour – maybe even higher.I parked my motorcycle on the shoulder of the macadam road under the bridge, and then realized that the wind gusts were significant enough that it might blow over despite its weight. I could see the bike wobbling on its stand. Anticipating that the bike might blow over, I positioned the bike beside a pylon for the bridge, untied my bedroll from the front of the bike, created a cushion on the ground,. I lay in the bath, soaking my body in hot water and some orange and saffron-scented bath oil Jessica had found on her shopping trip with Orla. It was early evening. Some of the girls were coming over to dinner, and I was recouping my strength, remembering at the same time just what an amazing few days had passed already. Jessica came in to the bathroom, in a loose robe, bringing cold white wine in tall glasses. She sat down on the edge of the bath, stroked her fingers through my hair. I rubbed.