Just above, the hollow of my back has become an erotic place from which streaks of sensations pulse out, sending my vagina into hard contractions. The...n suddenly my legs fail me and I begin to slide down in his arms and his sucking mouth is torn from my breast. His arm moves upwards and holds my back, his forearm slides under my thighs and he cradles me in his arms and I feel myself being softly laid upon my bed. For a moment I am alone, but not truly for he has moved to the shadows at the foot. Bobby's briefing was short and vague, just as Manlius had planned it, and the seething politician was left with only a few minutes of camera time. The General laughed as he watched the press briefing from his wardroom aboard the JTF's command ship."Keep the little bastard on a short lead," he told the XO, referring to Bobby in his usual way. "I don't want any information leaking out to the press."Pressing their advantage in training and armored vehicles, the Marines pushed north along Route 13.. Though I didn't see anything on me, but I did finally noticed what I was wearing. It was a pair of very short pink shorts and a very tight white halter top. It was a very sexy outfit that hugged my body and showed the curves that I did have.Is he checking me out me again? Is he picturing me out in the backyard, playing with myself? I could still feel his eyes on me, watching me finish cooking my breakfast. As he watched I started to feel a small tingle between my legs. Was I getting turned on. Back to first times. Newness. Introductions. To the me that was purely myself. He transports me. It is his time now, as it once was mine. He makes me remember. My body remembers. My senses remember. Why Paris?It is where I came of age. Have you ever been there? If so, you will understand. Perhaps your city is a different one. But Paris was mine. It is a city of innate sensuality. It is unmistakably real, with palpable beauty. Not like some other cities, whose realities are harsh and dirty and.