Masterfully...”I was trying to parse the look on her face.“Whaddaya mean?”“Well, there’re a lot of posers out there. You know ‘em. I know ...��em. Walk around all chest pushed out, talking the talk. You’re just a plain ol’ guy, but when the cards hit the table you stepped right up.”“Little Miss Assault Sugar Shaker,” I said.“He had you, Carl. I didn’t know what YOU could do, I looked down and figured that a burger basket wasn’t gonna be much help. Heaviest thing on the table...”“Ain’t we a pair,” I. 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 Bien 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,. " I shut up.He laughed. "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth and to live up to my girlfriend's expectations," he said."It's July," I said. "Yeah," he said softly. "The best July ever." He moved my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. "Are you tired?" If that's your way of asking 'Are you too sleepy for sex?' Then hell no. If you really mean, 'Are you tired?' Then yes."Jean-Luc kissed me where my neck met the back of my ear."sleep well, baby," he said."You too."What a roller. Her pussy lips began to wrinkle up under the heat. The pubic hair was burning with a horrible odor. Her entire cunt was painfully alive."Talk!"She shook her head. She didn't trust herself to speak. She might give him the information he wanted.He dropped down to his knees, kneeling between her slender legs. He took one leg in each hand and lifted. She was rocked back onto her shoulders, her cunt widely exposed to the man's crotch. He took her legs under his armpits and ran down his zipper. A.