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sitting in, so that she is directly facing me. The excitement on her face makes me giggle and shake my head at her. Honestly, you'd think we were in high school! I'm still giggling when I answer the phone.
     
    “Hey there handsome.” The pleasure in my voice to hear his, is something I cannot cover up.
     
    “Hey, Beautiful. Sounds like you're having fun.”
     
    Is it possible for a woman to have an orgasm from a guy saying one sentence? Clearing my throat before I reply, I get a hold of myself.
     
    “Yes I am.” I have to shush! Erin, who is bouncing off her seat like a child wanting a lollipop, that is being held out to them.
     
    “Where are you?” He asks as in the background, I can hear him fidgeting with papers.
     
    “We're at a pub called the 'Abbey Walls'. I am still with Erin. Erm! Your ears haven't been burning by any chance have they?”
     
    Marc's laugh is delicious. I can almost taste it upon my tongue.
     
    “Ah! Mes oreilles bourdonnent!”
     
    “Huh?” My French is very limited I'm afraid. I can just about remember how to say 'Je t'aime', in an atrocious bad accent...
     
    “No they're not Isabel, but I'm guessing that they will be any second though, right?”
     
    “You can blame Erin. The Mafia have nothing on her for questioning skills. Actually, The Don has been known to book private lessons with her, to teach his Mob members or whatever they're called, a few things. She will not stop until she gets everything that she wants.”
     
    I watch her point to herself and mouth the words 'Who me?' in a not so innocent manner, while it sounds like Marc is having a fit off laughter on the other end of the line, why I have no idea!
     
    “Isabel, you make The Mob sound like a bunch of groupies...Jeez, I do love you. How about I come over and meet Erin then? I'm all about finished.”
     
    Whoa Horsey! Can we just rewind a little bit there? Did Marc just say what I thought he said? I swallow hard at the thought.
     
    “Hello, Isabel. Are you still there sweetheart?”
     
    “Erm! Yeah, sorry. Okay, that would be great. No doubt she is eager to meet you anyway, but please prepare yourself.”
     
    In the corner of my eye I can see Erin girly clapping, that more resembles a demented seal, as I imagine she has clicked in to what we have planned.
     
    *****
     
    Thankfully, it should only take Marc an hour, if that to get to where we are. One very long, torturous hour as I have to endure Erin's endless questioning (yet again of Marc) and her wanting to see more pictures of our visit to Ickworth. I doubt very much it is to view the beautiful building and stunning grounds I'm sure. I am also sure that other folk would pay to view! I am proven right as she unsurprisingly lingers a little longer on one's taken of him. I scan past some of the more intimate photo's I took, however even I find it difficult not to stop a minute or two longer on some of them. Especially when we come to the picture I took of him after we'd made out in the clearing of the grounds. Lying back on the blanket, shirtless and both arms behind his head, which defines the muscles going down his sides of him, to the waist band of his trousers. I have stop myself from touching the picture with my finger tips, as I remember the sensual connection we had and how his skin felt when touching mine as sat upon him. The sensation of how he felt inside of me, radiates down to in between my thighs, as the memories flood my mind. I totally blanked everything out around me when we were there. I wasn't bothered we were out in the open. In the end, once we were lost in the moment, in the passion, we were the only one's that mattered. Moving my eyes up to his handsomely sculptured face, I note he is looking directly down the lens of the camera and I can see right into the depths of his soul. The cheeky, lob sided grin; bare torso and just fucked hair is all that Erin can see, where I can see so much more.
     
    Erin turns to me, with a look of amused