..what a wonderful night last night...had to go into the office early, breakfast is in the kitchen. Please be a sweetie and throw my laundry into the ...asher before you leave. We are having company tonight...my friend Helen is coming for a week holiday. We will see you at dinner time. Thinking of you, Love, ME." I got up, went into her bathroom to wash my face, and saw the burgundy bra and panty she had worn the day before neatly folded on the hamper. The recollection of what we had done the. ”“I love this old place.”“So, what do you want to do?”“You remember the guest house down the hill, right?”“I remember. It was like servants’ quarters or something, wasn’t it?”“That’s it. It hasn’t had anyone in it for years and I was thinking I could rent it out, but then I thought I could do better if I turned it into a bed and breakfast. I talked with an agent, and she said I could make enough not just to make the payments, but to double or even triple them.”“That sounds great. What’s. Her nipples were obvious and the bouncing of her tits had pulled the girl's t-shirt up to expose her waspish waist and flat tummy. Her wild black hair, which was something of a trademark for the relatively new model, was well past her shoulders. She wore black fishnet stockings, ripped on the left thigh, and short leather boots with stiletto heels. The woman was laughing and having a good time, that was clear, and her partner for the moment was a handsome young man with dark skin and doe eyes.. ” Stated Ken, who has been with me for eight years.“I have no idea under the sun,” I stated, “but I do want to be under the sun. This body could use some sand, surf, and perhaps some dancing.” I smiled, “And if a cute female crosses my path, I wouldn’t mind that one bit!” Everyone laughed and headed out of my office. I sat at my desk, feeling relieved for the first time in ten years. I opened my laptop computer and started a search of Caribbean Islands. I wanted to be warm for a few weeks, so.