Okay?” I say to her as I write on a small notepad. Handing her the note, our hand’s touch, and linger. An electric sensation passes through me, as...I tell myself this is not the time or place to have passions. I look across at Jen and note she is trembling slightly. “Put the number in your bag don’t lose it,” I whisper to her. She does this, and says, “Thanks, I feel a little better maybe I should be going and leave you in peace.” “If you have to,” I tell her. I pull her to me and give her a. A plain jane face.She looked the part of a small town girl living in the western part of New Hampshire along the river in the 80's and 90's.She did how ever have an amazing ass.Round and firm.Normally I am not into anal but her ass turned me so much I wanted to plow her's.Has time went on she became freinds with the other couple's that worked their with my then wife and I.We all hung out together and did the thing's all normal couple's do.As time went on I really flirted with her and she. Sam hung on her every word and his eyes never left her tits that would sway under the gown with each flourish of her hands as she described parties with the old masters, trysts with the band members, and drunken brawls that led to arrests and rides in the paddy wagon. She never claimed to have sex with any of the jazz greats but there was just something believable about her stories that kept us entertained.Afternoon tea was anything but tea and on several occasions we were both so buzzed that. Mary soon arrived with a tray loaded with pastries, mugs of cold cider, and hot tea already in cups with sugar available. There was more than enough for everyone."You have servants!?" Monsieur du Coudray asked, surprised."We have two cooks and two women who do the laundry. This is the Headquarters of O'Connell's Border Rangers, and there are many people that live and work here in addition to many more who often visit," I informed both men. We were just finishing our drinks and snacks when Ken.