. it's the incest thing."Still nodding, I licked my lips. God I was dry! With one foot on the chair that way, I could look right up between her thighs...and see how her pussy was pulled slightly open."And this is the part that scares me," she continued, "Every time we go a little bit farther... farther than I intended to go... and I LIKE it. I like it more than I realized I would. I think too much... I mean, it scares me, you know?"My part of this conversation was easy. I nodded again. Hell yes.. "So, are you interested in art, in learning how to draw," I asked. "I saw you looking at some drawing books."She began to laugh."Um, no, not really. I guess girls are just as curious as you guys are. I was just wondering what guy's things looked like, you know, like your age and older. I've seen my little brother's and it was pretty small. So, I was looking in those books." You want to see some other's. Real ones?" Uh, well, yeah, I guess so," and I told her I would see what I could do and we. The original VC who had been fighting a successful guerilla war ever since 1941 followed their orders and went to their doom just like the 600 into the valley of death. Only it was thousands and not just 600.In fact, General Giap admitted he was forced to take the action because of political pressure from Hanoi to eliminate the “upstart” Vietcong.This sort of deviousness was a facet of the Indochinese culture never appreciated in Western circles.The so-called “turning point” of the Vietnam. She quietly squeaks in a little moan, sounding helpless. 'Please...' Continues to look at his playful eyes and over his glossy hair, wondering why she feels so drawn to him. The urge to touch him being irresistible rather than the tip that usually comes from doing so, how the soft scents of rose and lavender fill her nostrils and entice her further to push, to beg, she wants him. She's no longer in control and doesn't understand. The worries in her head nearly equal mute desperate calls from.