She had him smiling and chuckling . . . in the middle of the fucking night . . . in the middle of their fucking.  He found that astonishing.  He loved her for it.  Every minute it seemed that he was with Irene held its own reward.  He said a silent prayer of thanks that the judge had asked him to see if there was anything he could do to help the poor widow resolve her husband’s probable murder while he was in Oasis.<br/><br/>Sam smiled as he recalled that SHE’d taken him by surprise . . . apparently unknowingly . . . and made herself his goal . . . his plan.  Sam liked it when one of his plans came together.  This one had done that beautifully . . . and as he thought of it with a grin . . . and wonderfully . . . literally.  In his estimation this plan was his most important one ever . . . and always would be.  He wasn’t a silly romantic.  He was more a slightly hopeful cynic.  But when Irene opened up on him that first time . . . well . . . he just had to have her.  It was, he snickered to himself, love at first sight.<br/><br/>Now she was all warm and cuddled back against him.  Her beautifully wet pussy and warm ass were pressed back against him, and his hip was laying on the wonderful wet spot she’d made in their bed.  It was theirs now . . . only theirs.  They’d not said anything about it yet between them . . . but in Sam’s mind her job title had been edited to bartender/wife.  Well the wife part was really plan ‘B’ . . . and they’d only just consummated plan ‘A’ by his reckoning.  But he was hopeful about ‘B’s’ chances . . . he’d just have to woo her into ‘settling down.’  That was clearly going to be his challenge . . . and Montana did get fucking cold . . . that was true enough . . . so he needed to find another more hospitable place for them to ‘settle’ into.<br/><br/>Sam nuzzled her neck as she slept peacefully in his arms.  Her body seemed to fit perfectly back against him and she felt wonderful there.  He cussed quietly at the damned rooster announcing a dawn that hadn’t broken yet.  Sleeping in with her . . .  just as they were . . . seemed like the perfect way to spend the morning half of the day.  He yawned a huge one and then buried his face in her hair.  Sam whispered quietly into Irene’s ear.<br/><br/>“Irene . . . I love you baby.”<br/><br/>Sam loved the many scents of her . . . her hair, her skin, her beautiful pussy, and her warm sweet breath.  It was quite a nice way to fall asleep he thought as he inhaled a potpourri of Irene’s lovely scents.  He was asleep with her in just seconds.