…………… Morning dawned gray as Michael rolled out of the large Queen Anne bed. The MacDonald Randolph was an old world hotel. Built in the 186...’s it had once been home to a Count, converted and updated over time, it had the air of English aristocracy that fit so many of Michael’s notions of what ‘English’ meant. Taking care of his morning rituals and dressing in a comfortable pair of black jeans a heavy wool turtleneck sweater and his well worn timberline boots he closed the heavy oak door to his. This alone took two or three hours.She hoped he had the time to read them--though she sometimes wondered. His answers would ignore some of the most important points--and he hadn't been writing much lately, in fact, his last letter was over a month ago. This was beginning to hurt Ann and she sometimes had difficulty in sleeping at night-- wondering if he still cared as much for her. Her concern gradually turned to frustration and then to anger with him for neglecting her this way.Perhaps, as. She’s staying with a friend for a while. I’ll explain later,” Gary replied.“Alright then, I’ll be looking forward to my surprise,” Judith said, and then hung up.Judith was extremely surprised when Gary came in the door with the beautiful sexy young brunette wife, as he said, “I’m sure you remember Holly Ellis, Clint Ellis’s wife.”“Of course, I do. Won’t you come in and make yourself at home,” Judith told Holly.“Thank you,” Holly nervously replied, and sat down on the sofa.Judith was sitting on. "My husband will be home soon," Miranda said, her face heating up. "He might freak out, as he seemed a bit scared when I suggested a threesome to him." Candy's blue eyes widened and her mouth opened in a look of incredulity. "Really, he got all paranoid." Shrugging, Candy walked over to fetch her clothes. "Most guys aren't like that." She picked up her panties and started dressing. "If you got a good one, keep him happy," she muttered, pulling on her jeans. "I need a favor," Candy said, her.