Harry-------Notes;1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other thing... I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.3. Out. She forced herself to think of Cadfael's question. Was there some secret place her father knew? She cast her mind back to the hours they had spent together in the little skiff. He had spoken to her of the sea and passed to her his knowledge of the waters around Samos, his weather-lore and seamanship, his deep abiding love of the ocean in all its moods. He had told her of snug anchorages where a small craft could run for shelter in any given wind. He had shown her places where fish would run at. She was obviously enjoying it, as her legs slid open to accommodate his hand which was now under her skirt she was rubbing his erection over his trousers as he seemed to have his fingers ramming into her cunny. We could hear the soft moans from her as she is prone to do when being aroused. As we watched our own private porn action the door to the room opened and in walked Jim the hotel owner. He must have been in his late forties, about six-foot-tall broad shouldered colored guy. By this time. He wasn’t staring back, but staring out the front windshield to the white garage door that was in front of us. He never blinked his kyanite eyes petrified in thought. No muscle in his body moved.I took a deep breath, turning my head to look out the front windshield, “I know this is hard for you, Zach. I don’t even know if he’s in there.” He spoke softly, “If I see him…I‘ll…”“No. You won’t. I won’t let you.” I said, looking back to him.He looked at me, “We’re here for you, and anything else.