He chuckled as Irene’s hand silenced him.  It was a sweet touch and he liked it.  Sam liked even better how she settled back against him.  He sighed at how good she felt like that.  Their bodies were like a matched set in the ways they fit so wonderfully together.<br/><br/>“Yes woman . . . you can have an hour or more if you need it.”  Sam yawned loudly and he was slow to hide it as it had happened so quickly.  “I guess I’ll join you too.”<br/><br/>He folded his left arm under his pillow and laid his head back down on it.  Sam’s right arm was draped  over her sheet-draped hip.  Sam was seriously tired as Irene had guessed,  but he could not stop thinking about making love to her some more.  His hand moved quietly over the sheet as he traversed the very feminine curves of Irene’s quiet  body.  She’d drifted off quietly he realized just moments before he was gone with her.<br/><br/>