I start feeling guilty for not answering them. Shit, if they had a computer, I could email them daily. The following Saturday, I call Tanimara at her ...apartment late in the afternoon.“Hello Tanimara, its Mats.”“Hello stranger. The girls were talking about you this morning. They are disappointed about not receiving any mail from you.”“That is the reason for my call. I am not a letter writer. However, if I can get computers in the apartment, I will use email. Would it be possible for you to. I was doing the accounts and every month it just wouldn't add up the manager was just useless so I ended up having to do the accounts. In came an accountant from one of the local companies to sort things out as there wasn't working out. I expected a crusty old accountant who would fix the accounts but instead in came the most gorgeous looking woman I had ever seen, the curves just blew me away. She came in and got the spread sheets out and I got quite a good view of her breasts and it was. “Pah, you have yet to meet the Daoine Sidhe in combat!” Goibhniu retorted.“We did, though we did not care for the taste, Mage Morgana,” Marja interjected. “Still, we are willing to try again.”“Agreed Marja, though I expect them to run as they did then,” Morgana replied.“The Sidhe do not run!” roared the herald.“Dead ones don’t, no,” Marja replied directly to the herald. “Live ones do.”“I challenge this ... this ... Nadorhuan! To a duel for her base lies,” screamed the herald.“How typical, he. She left the bathroom door open and had a clear view of watching Dan and Karen. She soaped herself up, caressing her tits, her right hand made its way down her stomach then between her legs.Dan unfastened Karen’s jeans and slid them down her slender legs. She used his shoulder for support as she stepped out of them. He looked at her waist, admiring how she had kept herself in shape.He hugged her to him, feeling her ass cheeks, the heat, and the aroma of her arousal. Dan slid her panties down.