Irene grinned.  Sam seemed unconcerned by what had most worried her.  And, if he wasn't going to worry, then she wasn't going to worry.  But, the wedding with the courtesans as guests...<br/><br/>"Well, that wouldn't be so much a wedding as a circus," she mused, sharing kisses with Sam.  She ran her hand over his hair as he shifted, moving down her body with kisses.  She raised up to rest on her elbows, watching him.  He was insatiable.  If she didn't get a good supply of the concoction, they were going to have more kids than the old woman in the shoe.<br/><br/>"Sam, if you want to be more comfortable, you can...you know, swap ends and put your knees beside my shoulders..." Irene offered, fully intending to take advantage of his position to kiss his cock in the French fashion.  She patted the bed.  "Come on, Sam..."