Instead, she enquired how things were with my business; how my journey had been; whether – she remembered my fondness for the aesthetic artists – ... had seen the latest works by Leighton and Whistler. Our discussions were the model of civilized conversation and a complete demonstration of her skills as a hostess. I was quite unaware of the passing of time and entirely failed to register the absence of my host until he appeared, a good half hour after my arrival."My dear chap!" He gripped me. Beeping and flashing down the road lol .any way this one time I do all the above ..the driver loves what he sees , we keep overtaking eachother for miles , but the road is running out and I decide to take the next slip road , in order to turn around and drive , back . he follows , mmmm? so I decide to go into the industrial estate , he follows . mmm ? so he is delivering here , not as problem . I drive right to the end of the estate where there is an old dis-used company wharehouse .... he. The goods all packed away, I led Brenda along by the wall, so we were shielded from the other cars. ‘I’d like to give you something for helping me, Brenda.’ ‘That’s kind, Mr Smith, but we aren’t allowed to accept tips.’ ‘I was thinking of giving you more than just ‘the tip’…’ I dropped my gaze to my semi erect cock. Her gaze followed. ‘Oh, my goodness!’ At this point I was expecting a hard slap, or a scream. Instead, she looked around, bit her lip, then placed her hand on my bulge. ‘That’s. I pampered him, fed him, read to him, and made himfeel as loved and wanted as I possibly could.Umberto had always been interested in religion and it was during thisperiod that we began to seriously read the Bible together and then theworks of the Church Fathers and other theological works -- includingsome of your books, I may add. We prayed together and strengthened ourfeelings of love for God and our Savior. It was then that we also beganmaking large contributions to Catholic charities, a task.