We are two different countries with a common government.It did get me thinking, though. We should probably have a memorial statue to Osama Bin Laden i... New York City. There should probably be a street named Saddam Hussein Boulevard. On the Lower East Side, we should probably erect a memorial statue to Adolf Hitler. After all, our defeated enemies are part of our national heritage.I take things to extremes sometimes. Who would ever think it is a good idea to put up a memorial to an enemy of the. I want to get started." Damn, you are excited! You're really wet."She giggled. "I know. Ah! You feel so nice inside me. Be careful with my clit, though. I don't want to come until I finish telling you the details. Okay?" You've got it, baby. Go ahead." Well, as you know, I'd sworn off my impromptu flings after Tillman. He scared me, Scott. I was tempted a couple of times, but I didn't feel certain the man in question wouldn't be like Tillman, so I backed away every time. Number three happened a. Now go take a shower.”The air was filled with and anticipation… Kate’s wordsand comments were filled with provocative tones andsexual innuendo as we spent the day walking arounddowntown, at the open-air market browsing the main streetshops. We spent a particularly long time in a lingerieshop, where we didn’t buy anything, but looked at nearlyeverything. Kate held each article up to her body and Iwas encouraged to visualize her actually wearing them.After lunch, we went. He told her of some of the books he liked as a young man and even recommended a few to her. After a few minutes, they came to a fork in the trail and stopped.“Which way?” Mike asked her.“What’s down this path?” Lois asked, indicating the path to the left.“Let’s find out,” Mike smiled at her.Another few minutes passed until they came to a creek. The banks were soft grassy areas and Mike suggested they sit and take a break.“This is so beautiful,” Lois said, taking in the sparkling water and her.