I bundled her into me arms and laid her on the bed.  Her raven-black hair against the white pillow was a remarkable sight.  She reached out for me, and I got in next to her.  Our lips met again, but now the passion was building.

As we kissed, I ran me hand, lightly, up and down her spine.  Lucia squirmed and moved closer to me.  I caressed her arse cheek in me hand and squeezed it.  Lucia moaned and wrapped her fingers around me cock.

“I want him.  I want to feel him inside of me, loving me,” she whispered.

I kissed her neck, then the valley between her tits.  She opened her legs so I could lie between them.  I held her tits and kissed them and licked her nipples.  Lucia was rubbing her clit against me.

I released her tits and put my hands under her legs.  I pushed her legs up and lightly licked her pussy lips.  Lucia groaned with desire and put her hands on the back of my head. 

I sucked her pussy lips and began sliding my tongue between them.  Lucia whimpered and pushed my face against her wet pussy lips.  When she did that, I slipped me tongue in and out of her pussy.

While I enjoyed her pussy lips, my hands milked and massaged her tits.  Lucia put her hands on mine and squeezed them.  I rolled her nipples between me fingers, then squeezed them.  I pulled on her tits, and Lucia whispered, “Yes, baby, do that,” so I pulled on them again.

I could taste her precum dripping on me tongue.  So I sucked her pussy lips harder and ran me tongue between them.  She was squirming, and her precum was flowing more.  I sucked her clit into me mouth and flogged it with me tongue.  Lucia yelped and showered me with her cum.

Stream after stream of cum covered me face and tongue.  I tried to suck as much as I could of the warm nectar.  She held me head and rode me tongue as her pussy showered me with her warm cum.

I got to me knees; Lucia was panting, but watching every move.  As I moved me cock closer to her pussy, Lucia closed her eyes.  I slowly slid me cock into her.  Lucia whimpered and cooed as me cock filled her.

I had me cock in her as far as I could.  I lay on top of Lucia, her warm tits against me chest.  I kissed her and fondled her tits.  She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire.

“I want your love in me, baby.  Give me your love,” she whispered.

I slid me cock in and out of her.  Lucia would push her hips to meet each thrust.  She was panting and whimpering.  Her pussy seemed to wrap around me cock, stroking it.  I couldn’t wait any longer.

My cock shot the first load of cum deep into her.  Lucia cooed as the warm cum covered her pussy walls.  She grabbed me arse and pushed me into her. 

I began to pump her harder and faster, me cock was filling her with cum.  Lucia groaned, and her pussy shot another stream of her girl cum on me.

Our passion had turned to exhaustion.  I lay on top of Lucia, trying not to crush her.  Lucia lay there mewing and smiling.  She had wrapped her legs around me waist so there was no escaping.

“I don’t want him to leave, not yet anyway.  Mmm, you feel so good, Paddy.  Your strong body on top of me, and the strength of our love inside me.  I am such a happy woman,” Lucia whispered.

“You give me all of your love, pet.  Your soft skin, your deep, dark eyes, and your raven hair lying on the pillow.  You bring me into your sensuality and your desire.  You would make any man want you.”

“You are the only man I have ever wanted.  You're my husband, lover, and protector.  What more could a woman want?”

Lucia cuddled closer to me.  She looked into my eyes and put her hand on me cheek.  Her eyes were whispering, I love you, and her warm body was saying, I want you. 

I ran me hand up and down her back.  Lucia squirmed and giggled, “That feels so sexy and tickles at the same time.”  She kissed me and rolled over.

Lucia backed up and put her little arse against me.  She wiggled her butt and pushed against me.  I pulled the covers over us, then draped me arm over her waist.  She took me hand and put it on her tit.  She put her hand over mine.

I felt Lucia get out of bed.  The sun was shining brightly, and there was not a cloud to be found in the blue sky.  Lucia came out of the bathroom looking like a goddess.  She had put on makeup, which she didn’t need, and brushed her hair.  She sat on the edge of the bed, quietly for a moment, then turned to me.

“Good morning, my handsome lover.  How did you sleep?”

“Like a bairn in me Mammy’s arms.  How about you, luv?”

“Mmm, after the loving you gave me last night?  I was rocked in the cradle of our love.  Tell me, Paddy.  Do you like my hair up, or down?”  She fixed her hair with her hands so it was up, then she let it fall into a sensuous cascade.

“May I make another suggestion, luv?”

“Sure, Paddy.  What have you in mind?”

I grabbed Lucia by her shoulders and pulled her next to me.

“How about on the pillow next to me?”  I kissed her.

She straddled me and let her hair fall.  “How about like this?” she purred.

“Aye, lass.  Ya are going to start a mischief this morning, and I have no way to stop ya.”  She bent over, and our lips met.

“Patrick, you say ‘I love you’ just by the look on your face.  That certain look you get when you look at me.”  She bent down and kissed me again.

“Paddy, shall we go for some breakfast, then how about a tour of Main Street?  It’s a beautiful day out.”

“Sounds wonderful.  Give me a bit to shave and get ready, and we’ll take on Main Street, Richardson.”

 I got up, went to the bathroom, and started to shave.  Lucia was leaning on the door jamb in her bra and panties.  I was halfway through me shave.

“What’s up, pet?”

“Oh, I just wanted to watch my handsome man.”  She smiled, patted me cock and left.

She had on a pair of white shorts and a pink top, and a pair of tennis shoes to match her top.  I grabbed the shorts and T-shirt she had on the bed for me, then put on me tennis shoes.  Now to head for the dining room.

Tina met us at the door and escorted us to a table.  She gave us menus and poured our coffee.  She said she would give us a minute to look at the menu. 

I couldn’t help but look across the table at Lucia.  When she caught me, she blushed.

“That’s what I mean.  You tell me you love me all of the time.”  She blew me a kiss.

Lucia wanted sausage and eggs; I asked for the same.  Tina refilled our coffee, took the menus, and thanked us.  She stopped at another table to check on them.

When she brought our breakfast, there was enough food on one platter for both of us.  Tina smiled and said, “The chef doesn’t want anyone to go hungry,” and chuckled.

We finished breakfast, or at least as much as we could, and headed out.  We walked out to a gorgeous day.  It was warm, but a light breeze made it comfortable.  Main Street was a good stretch of the legs, so we decided to drive.

A lady was pulling out of a spot when we arrived.  I pulled in and parked the car.  Lucia nodded and gave me a ‘thumbs up’.  My best cheerleader.

I opened Lucia’s door.  She put up one finger for me to wait.  She opened her blouse, then rebuttoned it.

“Oops.  Sorry.”

Not in a million years.  She did it deliberately.

“Yer acting more like a leprechaun every day, lassie.”  I helped her out and kissed her.  She took me arm, and we started our Main Street adventure.

I suppose most Main Streets are similar, but you always want to think yours is the best.  I love Richardson’s.  It’s me home. 

We walked along, and Lucia would see a shop and want to investigate.  Investigate me arse.  It took less time to investigate the Great Train Robbery.  But the girl loves it, and she deserves her time.

One shop I wanted to investigate with her was a jewelry shop.  She looked at the different rings and necklaces.  Some were reasonable; others were reasonable if you’re a tycoon.  She looked around but kept returning to a necklace.  It was silver, and not very long.  She looked at me with her puppy dog eyes. 

After all was said and done, she wore it out of the shop.  Outside of the shop, she stopped me and kissed me.

“I’ll never do that again, Paddy, I promise, but I will make you very happy you bought it for me,” she purred.  The puppy dog eyes were gone, replaced by a seductive woman.  I won’t hold her to ‘I won’t do it again’.

As we walked along, there was a little shop.  I mean, the shop looked as wide as the doorway.  Lucia was looking in the window, but I noticed the name.  My Memory.  Not memories, just memory.  To me, that says one happening.  We went in.

A little old man with gray lamb chops and a beard greeted us.

“Welcome.  You will find what you are looking for.  When you do, place it on the counter.”  He smiled and walked into what looked like the wall.  There had to be a door or some other place behind the shelving.

Lucia and I perused the shop.  They were all little statues depicting different happenings.  One was a couple in a stream, and there was a hint they were nude.  Another was a couple, definitely naked, kissing behind a waterfall.  One was a simple cabin with a man in a rocker with a wolf by his side.  There were no duplicates to be found.  It all seemed very strange to me.  Then I heard Lucia call me.

“Patrick?  Come here, honey, please.  Look at this.”  I walked over to her, not knowing what to expect.

She pointed to a statue of a car and a man looking under the hood.

“Paddy.  Please tell me I’m imagining.  That looks like my car, my dress, and the jeans and hat you were wearing the night we met.  Tell me I’m imagining all of this.”  Her voice sounded worried.

“Lucia, luv.  I cannot tell you that.  I am seeing the same thing; I would swear on me Mammy’s grave that is a replica of our first meeting.  But How?  That Is your car, and it Is your dress, and me hat.

"I need a drink,” I said.

“So do I,” Lucia said, still visibly shaking.

I picked it up, ever so gently.  We inspected the statue, and it was virtually perfect in every detail.  Lucia and I looked at each other in disbelief.

“What should we do?”  Lucia seemed frightened.

“We have to take it home; we have to.  This is too crazy; it’s like that TV show with that Rod Sterling guy, spooky stuff.”

“Okay, Paddy.  If you say so, we’ll take it home.”  Lucia was still concerned that it was haunted or something.  So was I.

We took it to the counter.  There was a box, bubble wrap, red ribbon, a paper bag, and a receipt.  On the receipt was written in shaky handwriting, ‘Paid in full’, but no old man.  We looked at each other again, more confused than ever.

I gently wrapped the statue in the bubble wrap.  When I put it in the box, it was a perfect fit.  I wrapped the ribbon around it and put it in the bag.  Lucia wanted me to carry it; she was shaking too much. 

We stepped onto the sidewalk.  Waited a minute, then turned to look at the shop.  There was a ‘CLOSED’ sign on the door, and it appeared that the shop had been vacant for some time.

We went straight to the car.

To be continued...