This was Abraham Bartholamew Lincoln, who was a hero in Clarkson during the depression when he rescued children from a fire at the school. He died a c...uple of months later in a flood while helping rescue a mother and her two babies. The statue was put up the following year when it came time to put up a new statue of a hero in our town. The idea was to give children good examples to follow. There are only ten because it seems that having to pay taxes to put up statues and then keep them up. Turning the handles, I pushed the shower stall door open with my foot, wondering about her. Stepping out, muscles loose and still aching, I couldn't help but smile. I had dropped two hundred and twenty-five pounds in the last eighteen months through sheer willpower and hard work. I didn't have the six-pack or the cut “S” along my hip line, but I was damn strong. I was benching two hundred and twenty-five pounds, and leg pressing almost eight times as much. Being short doesn't have that many. Her public hair was black and nicely trimmed. I moaned and nuzzled her thighs. She moved around so that i was between her legs. I reached up for a pillow and slid under her ass, teling her that i wanted to do a good job for her. She moaned and said that i was off to a good start. She was wet and ready i nibbled a little around the edges, then dove right in making long, upwards strockes with my tongue. She gasped loudly and put both hands on my head, spreading her legs as wide as they could go.. Main usko patthar se sataya aur use haath pakad liye , hum dono ek doosre ki aankh main aankh daal ke dekh rahe the , wo gusse se main masti se , tabhi wo rone lag gayi aur boli “beta aisa mat kar , teri maa hoon main ” maine bola ” maa mera lauda tera doodh peeke hi faulad hua hai ab karza chuka doon zara tera “wo samajh gayi ki mujhe samjhane ka koi fayda nahi aur rote hue boli “le nooch le apnii maa ki boti boti , choos le poora , dede saza tujhe paida karne ki ” aur maa ek laash ki tarah.