A tall good-looking elegant lady of mature years with blonde well-coiffured hair opens the door. "Yes, may I help you?" she asks with a friendly smile. For her age she's a real stunner.
"I'm Andy Carpenter."
"Yes, I recognized you from the picture you sent me. Come on in young man. Welcome to Ireland and O'Flaherty Castle."
I admire her tight shapely derrière as I follow her through rooms with furniture the like of which I’ve only seen in museums. Second only to pussy, but by a long way, furniture is my passion.
"Let me show you to your room. It's near mine so if you need anything, just knock on the door." I don't know why but she points out her bedroom as we pass.
I open the door to my bedroom! I've seen luxury hotels on TV and I visited a room at the African Pride Melrose Arch Hotel in Johannesburg. Jesus Christ, it's so big I need a Segway to get around.
"I hope you'll be comfortable in this room, Andy." She smiles. "I'll do everything to make your stay memorable."
She unexpectedly rubs the back of my hand as she parts with a firm, friendly two-handed handshake.
"Thank you Mrs Sykes," I say.
"We can't be friends if you insist on calling me Mrs Sykes, my name is Margery." Is she coming on to me? Can't be! But that's one sexy suggestive smile.
"I'm Andy Carpenter."
"Yes, I recognized you from the picture you sent me. Come on in young man. Welcome to Ireland and O'Flaherty Castle."
I admire her tight shapely derrière as I follow her through rooms with furniture the like of which I’ve only seen in museums. Second only to pussy, but by a long way, furniture is my passion.
"Let me show you to your room. It's near mine so if you need anything, just knock on the door." I don't know why but she points out her bedroom as we pass.
I open the door to my bedroom! I've seen luxury hotels on TV and I visited a room at the African Pride Melrose Arch Hotel in Johannesburg. Jesus Christ, it's so big I need a Segway to get around.
"I hope you'll be comfortable in this room, Andy." She smiles. "I'll do everything to make your stay memorable."
She unexpectedly rubs the back of my hand as she parts with a firm, friendly two-handed handshake.
"Thank you Mrs Sykes," I say.
"We can't be friends if you insist on calling me Mrs Sykes, my name is Margery." Is she coming on to me? Can't be! But that's one sexy suggestive smile.