Samuel grunted as he thought about her comments of him 'being in heat' as it were.  That would explain why he hadn't gotten any smaller while being inside of her.  He was still hard, still wanting more.  "Well," Samuel said.  "I definitely have the desire for more of you.  But I don't really think doing it any further on this swing will be very comfortable.  So lets head inside."<br/><br/>Rather than have her get off, he'd merely wrap one arm around her waist and use the other, along with somewhat weak knees, to launch himself into a standing position.  Once he could stand, a bit of balance and he'd be walking through the front door of the house and into his private sanctum.  This, his home, was his sanctuary, dark and glorious as it was.<br/><br/>From the entrance of the place, there was a dark majesty to it.  Collections of books, a fireplace in the front room, a few pieces of furniture for sitting or even resting, and numerous paintings of a particularly dark bend.  "I'd give you a tour but I have other things on my mind," Samuel spoke in that low rumbling of his.