”We talked about Vietnam and the French influence on Vietnam culture.“Yes,” Tran replied, “The French are good in the kitchen and in the bedro...m.”“The Vietnam women are the same?” I asked.Tran smiled.“I can show you,” Tran replied.I smiled as Tran pressed herself in closer to where I was sitting. She silently placed a hand on my upper thigh and lightly squeezed it.I leaned over and proffered a light kiss on her beautiful soft lips, which she reciprocated with, lightly inserting her tongue into. They haven’t had a new sister since Samantha joined us almost two years ago, and now they have gained three in the past two days. Mandy, the twins, and when you open your heart to it, you will be the fourth. They’re just waiting for you to see that you belong here.”Her eyes grew wide as she looked around at the other pets and took in the loving looks they were giving the twins. She finally recognized the look in their eyes when they saw each other. It was the same look of loving acceptance that. I go to remove your shirt at the same time you go to remove my bra. We become tangled in fabric and laugh. God, I love your laugh. I let go of your shirt and my bra slides off. Before I can reach back to your shirt, your mouth is at my chest, kissing the skin between my breasts, and you have fingers on each nipple. I moan deeply as I can feel myself getting wetter. You kiss you way to my left nipple. You run your tongue around and over my nipple before taking it between your lips. I cry out at. He could have fuckin' destroyed them, man!" He shook his head. "I'm wondering if Jackson's lost it. Maybe Laura Whiting oughtta replace his ass with Zoloft." Amen to that," said the sergeant. "I used to have a lot of respect for Jackson, but now... I'm not so sure."Jeff listened to the conversations but contributed little to them. He, like most of the troops that had actually put their asses on the line, that had seen friends killed and horribly wounded, that had known that they themselves.