Mary showed her a door about three feet away, ‘It’s unlocked. Go ahead in and get settled.’ Sorrel gave Mary a quizzical look. Then she turned, ...alked to the indicated door, opened it, and went in. What a shock for Sorrel. It wasn’t just a room. It was as though it was her room. Like really hers! Someone had brought all her things here to Fletcher’s. It was her bed, her bedspread, her bureau, her night stand, her chairs, her hope chest, her stuff, her everything. She ran to the closet. It was a. It had never been that easy for me to make friends and I had hoped that C & C would hit it off. Looked like a good start.Kevin opened the cooler and pulled out a Guinness' for him and Bess. I guess drinking the bitter stuff was one concession he made to her native land. He knew that I didn't like them and didn't even offer one. I went over to the little fridge and got my own beer. I drank any of several brands, depending upon availability and price. I wasn't picky. I also pulled out two. I stripped down, gave my wife a kiss and basically passed out. What happened next was totally an accident and was never supposed to happen but it did and there is nothing I could do about it now. I remember thinking I was having a GOOD dream cause I remember waking up to my wife giving me the best blow job I ever had. I remember looking down and their she was sucking me for all she was worth. After I don’t know how long I started bucking and fucking her face. She continued to suck me hard and. "Well, forget that. When we are out of work, then I am just Samantha or Sam. Is that alright with you?" "Of course," I nodded. "So, Sam. Who do you have your eyes on?" "What do you mean?" Samantha replied trying to look innocent as she took a drink. "You've been looking over my shoulder for a while now," I looked at her. "So who is it?" Samantha sighed. "Under the rocketeer poster." I slowly turned around and noticed a group of men laughing and drinking. "Which one? The cowboy I am guessing," I.