Steph continued holding onto Paul. He took a chance and wrapped his arm around her waist giving Steph a quick squeeze. She leaned into him, wanting to...feel his warmth. The AC was roaring inside and it didn’t take long for her to show the temperature change in the most notable of ways. Paul had a difficult time not noticing Stephanie’s breasts and their hardening nipples. He imagined what they would look like, imagined what they would feel like. Would they get as hard with his caress or would it. But while having sex constantly, and I do mean constantly, it still started to seem odd to me how much I also kept noticing Brandon’s sexy body too. He and I worked out at the gym together 3 or 4 times a week, which meant we often showered together. I just couldn’t seem to pull my eyes off 6’ frame. I would think all day about working out and showering together, waiting for him to be soaping his hair with his eyes closed, giving me sometimes a full minute or two to check out his nearly hairless. "My thanks Murdoch. I will send word as to the shipping of grain later in the year. In the meantime, don't forget my suggestion about building a port here." Replied Scott as he swung himself up onto his horse.At the head of just over one hundred horsed men, Scott and Gabrain waved their last farewells and headed for home.As they rode, Scott outlined his suggestion that they pay a call on Strathclyde and why. Gabrain agreed such a move could be useful and was all for it. They varied their line. Which was the reason I was so pleased when I met Joseph Pound. He introduced himself without mentioning his business and asked me to talk about my work. From my earlier attempts to put sold stickers on my paintings, my hyperbole had been honed to perfection. At the time, two paintings still needed buyers, so I was loquacious.Pound, I guessed, was sixty years old, maybe a little older. He was gay. That was obvious. His ears and cheeks poked out like Howdy Doody's, and he had a toothy grin.