I thanked him and kissed him on the cheeknoticing how my lipstick left a mark on his face. I giggled and pointedat his face. He insisted on taking a...selfie with his arms round Jane andI as we each kissed him.Having just come out of a graveyard I thought for a moment about thechurch I used to go to with the cub scouts which had a massive graveyard.I couldn't imagine making love in an English graveyard but I knew just theman I would like to make love to in a French graveyard now.I had come to. He knew that Beatrice loved her. Barely a day went by when they didn't make love, so Paul had no reason to doubt this. He never probed her about any extramarital activity and Beatrice never said anything that might arouse his suspicions. He was a lucky man to have such a beautiful and sensual wife. If anything, Paul felt guilty that he wasn't equal to her prodigious sexual demands.Even though Beatrice was sometimes out until quite late into the evening, Paul had little cause for concern about. He was caught up in the taste of her tongue, her mouth, the way she smelled and felt as he pressed her body to his. His hand caressed her back, moving up to get lost in the feel of her hair, the softness, and he felt the heat exchanging in their kiss. His other hand gently reached under her sweater and moved to her breast, and when his fingers caressed her already hard nipple, he heard her moan softly and felt her press against him. ‘Oh Robert.’ He heard her whisper, and then felt her hand. " He shouted."I am the landlord or the innkeeper." Jenny insisted."Fie woman thou cannot be – you are a woman." I assure you sire that I am the tenant of this inn as directed and appointed by Lord Amesworth." Ha that cowardly rascal. He is the one who had my uncle killed and stole my estate. I assure you madam that you will soon be replaced when I recover my inheritance." Sire, I know not who you are, but are you sure that you would care to say that to his Lordships face." Bring him on madam.