Is it one of you lovely ladies?" Not really, if it is for Shaw, that would be lovely Sam here." Oh, I'm sorry; the card says Sue Shaw, not Sam. Maybe ...they wrote itdown wrong, as the delivery address is definitely right. Here you goMr. Shaw, enjoy."The guy had begun to blush, turned, and left without even waiting for atip. Both Jan and Denise were smiling and chuckling at me as I openedthe card. I started to scan it and verified it was from Barb. As I waslooking at the text, Jan plucked it from. ‘Say you’ll do it or we stop.’ The thought of him stopping at such a crucial moment spurred her words, ‘I’ll do it! Anything! Just get inside me!’ With one powerful thrust, he was seated inside her. They both groaned their pleasure. The position they were in created a unique feeling. She felt tight around him, like a vise. It also allowed him to rub up against that special spot inside her as he moved. ‘God, yes!’ she panted. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ Each one of his thrusts she punctuated with an. He could see the little weasel right now sitting in a Tory ale house raising his mug to the King and shouting out,"Death to the Rebel bastards!"The circumstances were mind-boggling what with the leaking boats hastily constructed with limited skills, the food rotting in the swamped bilges and the men coming down with the inevitable dysentery that came from drinking the brackish water of the virgin waterways. He looked back and the men watching him and slowly lit his pipe drawing in the rum. And we started chatting about what we can do with that the house of hers and all but all these things in double meaning words. Meanwhile uncle got home and she logged out of the fb messenger.But after half and hour or so I got a message on my cell ‘hi’. I thought it was her but to my surprise truecaller showed me that it was her daughter. I replied formally ‘hi’ and then she started chatting normally with me asking me about myself and my friends as she didn’t have any in Ahmadabad. I inquired.