When life hands you lemons,” she looked at me expectedly.“When life hands me lemons? I don’t make lemonade. I make life take those fucking lemon... back and have them explain why the fuck they think I wanted these lemons in the first place! In fact, I demand to see life’s manager because I’m absolutely furious as to why life thinks I want these fucking lemons. What am I gonna do with these lemons huh? Fuck lemonade, I want answers instead!”“Wow!” she giggled, “I take it you’re referring to me. The CIA and some Special Forces types were nearby, doing things they probably shouldn’t be doing in nearby Nicaragua, but we had nothing to do with them. We did spend a lot of time training with and teaching the Honduran Army and working with their parachute battalion, but that wasn’t all. The field hospital was set up and treated civilians as well, earning some good will. The Hueys would be left behind since the Army was transitioning to Blackhawks. The engineers were deployed to various. She replied saying that there is a solution for everything. This sent a tingle down my spine and I expected something extraordinary. She replied asking me whether I was able to come to her place late night, after she makes her kid sleep. I thought I will have to make some excuse at home and agreed. We exchanged our phone nos. At home I said I was going partying with a few colleagues and will come very late.The day came and I was all set – shaved, trimmed in all essential areas, well dressed and. .goo.. I hold her hair back and hold my pennies andStarted trusting it into her mouth. As she was immature and innocentIn sex, she started with a rough work, teething my pennies, whichPained my a lot. I was rather much curious to have an intercourse andTrusted my hard pennies between her legs. Our legs unlocked tightly,Our body twisted, hands twisted around and kisses on her neck. SheLost her control, when i kissed her neck area, she murmuredMmmmmmmmmmm.. I realized that this is the golden.