"Ah- feed the inner man- and woman-if you pasta load yuo can keep going for hours- it was my grandfather's recipe. He was known as the Sicilian Stallion." Brad grinned- "Thanks for the team offer- but I have just declined intruding next door - but crashing out in your room for a while sounds rather tempting - and who knows what you might find waiting under the duvet-should you come a lookin sweet lady" And with a cheery wave and muttering 'you lucky russian fucker- and my pasta too' he strolled off down to the room where Sam had left her city togs.<br/><br/>Soon he was out- sleep came easily to Brad- not even a snore- just a relaxed naked brit in a hot ladies bed.