Only three weeks for 200 pages.We dream of her visit to me in my cosy little corner, the 'armpit' of old town and the old wood harbour across my stree.... La bella Isabella will have her own room, but be most warm welcome in my big bed every day and night. Or on my tasty table.High love, low tableI'm a lazy lover, as an elder gentleman. Very patient with lovely long strong tongue. I invented a great way for mutual amusement by arousal at my low salon wooden table. For feeling comfortable I offer. And asked her, “Ms, what time will you dispatch the courier tomorrow?”To this question, she noted my number for relaying notification and I left the place. At midday, I received her call for the next day’s dispatch schedule. I thanked for her sincerity and efforts, “Well you take good care of your prospective customers, I appreciate it.” She was astonished to get the appreciation. “It’s my first job and I want to do it well for further career, sir.” I replied, “You deserve best job, Ms. Let me. They hadn't decided to have any children yet but both Sam and Tabitha knew that was probably another chapter that lay somewhere out in their future together. Sam and Tabitha had become very hot sexy lovers with each other a year before they'd finally gotten married, but being "hitched" hadn't done anything to dampen their sexual desire and fucking with each other. Sam would often roll over on top of Tabitha in the mornings and fuck her to orgasm before he'd leave for work. Or he'd frequently. And that's another reason why I can see that there's a lot of money in these women that Ingles and this bunch kidnap," he teased. "I probably have the best sex life of any man alive," he laughed, mock leering at her.Diana sat up to reach over and pick up her cigarettes from a nearby table. She spent a moment to make a production of lighting the cigarette the way she knew her husband liked, whether he admitted it or not. Putting her lighter back on the table, she put the ashtray in her lap..