" Have you met this man, this viscount?"She shook her head.The fop reappeared at the tent nearby, saw us and came to sit on the other side of the girl...after dusting at the log with his silk kerchief. "Well," he said, "you provincials certainly are a hard-headed bunch." Tell me about the man she was on her way to marry," I asked.He sniffed. "Marry, ha, not likely. Lord Dover has wed, as he calls it, countless times. I'm sure he has enough bastards out there to form his own regiment." He turned. ”“No Sean.”Sean reached down and raised Amanda off his chest and looked in her eyes. “Why not? I will fund it myself...”Amanda placed her hands on Sean’s cheeks to keep his eyes focused on her own.“Then call it the Sean Wallace Foundation.”“I will fund it, but I don’t want the notoriety of having a foundation in my name,” said Sean.“Then please respect my privacy as well,” said Amanda. “I love your idea, and will support your efforts with both money and time, but please find a different name. I’m coming. Oh Jesus!” The pizza guy lapped up all my juices and then I got off of him. He then sat up and started to kiss Tina deep and passionately. He was cupping and massaging her big breasts and then started to buck up into her pussy. They were both moaning and groaning. “I want to come in your mouth. Get on your knees.” Tina then got off of him and knelt down in front of his cock. He took his condom off and she opened her mouth and the pizza guy shot his load down her throat. Tina. ”She looked at me and then Kara, then nodded soberly, “OK.”“How was your shift?” I asked.“Busy, but not crazy. And nobody died. So all-in-all, a good day.”“That’s good!” I replied.“Did you hear about the terrible fire in New York City?”“I did. I checked with Abbie and ‘Happy Land’ is not a club she’d ever been to. The news said it was an illegal club, and the last report was more than 70 dead.”“The club you go to doesn’t have locked fire exits or anything like that?”“No, it’s a popular, public,.