"Few Americans have ever heard the name Hmong. Ignorance is often rampant in a free society that hasn't felt the effects of war for many years. We're ...pparently fighting a war even as we speak here. But it doesn't really affect many, other than the relatively few thousands who actually have to fight it." I shook my head. "You please me Lorenzo. You understand me better than many. We've shared much. Now I'm going to give you a treat. Have you ever been with a Hmong lady and shared her treats?. I was in the greenhouse when I saw the chauffeur go up the stairs to fetch him and I was still there after they'd gone. The river was still and peaceful as I sat down on the bank and rang Jill, hoping that she could make some sense out of this craziness.I told her exactly what had happened and what had been said, she'd just started to say something when mum laid her hand on my shoulder, I hadn't heard her behind me."Tommy, let me please." Hi, Jill, why don't you come over in about an hour,. I could see that Asma was not able to take that whole in her mouth but she was not ready to give up and she kept her mouth open and kept getting fucked as deep as she can.Black guy looked at me and ordered me, “Hey man, why are you fucking wasting your time. Just lick that fucking pussy and get it ready for me.”I obeyed the order and went to my loving wife chut which will be soon tasting some other lund. I started licking the wet chut. Her chut never tasted so good. There she was getting. “You were shot?” she asked.I shook my head, no. “Mortar fragments. Hurt like hell, too.”She looked up at me. “Sorry I brought this up.”“Ancient history, kid. Another fucking lifetime ago. Christ, this all happened when you were in diapers.”“Does that bother you? I mean the difference in our ages? I mean, I’ve studied the history in class, but I don’t really know about it, if you know what I mean.”“No,” I assured her, patting her knee. “Doesn’t bother me in the least. When the weather changes, I.