“Do you have a boyfriend, Molly?”“Yes. His name is Bryan. He lives in Charleston. He’s visiting his parents this week.”“I’m sorry you wo...’t see him for Christmas.”“That’s okay. I have you this year. We’ll make our own special Christmas together.”She looked up at me and smiled as she squeezed my hand.We finally arrived at the old mill. It had not been used in years. The snow covered wheel and trough made a very pretty winter setting. We sat there for a little while. It was so quiet and. " Sorry Ma'am, and thank you Ma'am. I promise not to be so messywith my clothes." I said."That's better, but you still need to learn your lesson. Nowbend back over and grab your ankles." I knew I was in for a long day.She again traced circles on my butt which was now far more sensativeto the sensation. "I can tell you are new. Look how pink that ass is."Again she paused but this time when the first swat came it wasimmediatly follwed by another and another. This was much worst. Shevery quicly. Very fast. 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 street. 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. As he watched the captain duel with Leeza, Harlan nudged him in the side with his elbow to get his attention. Porter shook his head and lifted his sword in preparation.“Such grace,” Porter said absently. “I will never have such skill.”“Yeah,” Harlan agreed, “But women don’t like it when you stare at them and make comments.”Porter was startled. “I was not talking about Leeza; I was talking about the captain’s skill with the sword.”Harlan raised an eyebrow, “Are you trying to tell me that you.