He heads toward Lee’s Circle and down the beautiful St. Charles Avenue, which he loves. The oak trees, the street car, the beautiful old houses, Tul...ne and Loyola Universities, they all fill his heart with pride. His meandering eventually takes him back to Canal Street and then to Decatur Street in the famous French Quarter — right down the street from the Café du Monde. He sees a parking spot and pulls into it, thinking how lucky he is to find a parking spot so close to his beloved beignet. I am beside myself with pleasure, your hands holding me tightly around the waist . Your tongue lightly brushes against my clit ,causing my body to ache and tighten , you sweep your tongue across my clit several more times, but not with enough pressure or contact to allow me my release. Taking your hand, you sweep the contents of my kitchen table on to the floor, then lifting me again, you carry me to the table. The air is heavy with our intense need for one another, the only sounds are those. I quietly listened to their discussion and tried not to look as awkward as I felt.“I’m working with a 135mm prime lens,” said Adam, “which is sharp and perfect for the look our client’s going for.”Peter nodded, listening attentively with what seemed like hearts in his eyes. It was undeniable: Adam was… sexy. As. Fuck. If I wasn’t so complex, neurotic, and wise beyond my years, I would have impulsively met up with him the first time around and let him fuck my brains out… for hours.His ocean eyes. I was ordered to take my unit and follow behind the retreating Arnold to see when and where he rejoined the British forces. It was obvious that Washington was still cautious when it came to General Arnold because he had a habit of changing a defeat into a victory at the last moment with some shocking new tactic that turned the tides of war in the opposite direction.That meant that I would personally miss the surrender of the British Army in the south but I had studied it in great detail.