They would rather think of Ireland as a place of happy leprechauns, drunken and merry, rather than the true tragedy of Bridget’s homeland. Bridget s...ghed, despairing for her adopted countrymen. Before her was a half-full bottle of Jameson, a chipped ashtray brimming with butts and ash, and a damply empty glass. The red-haired lass fixed the glass’s fault, and stared down balefully with her green eyes at the letter set down before her on the warped wood of the wobbly table. It was then that a. One of the Baker girls was standing next to one of the jocks friends and was grabbing his hard on through his pants, yelling at him as she laughed “ I see you like watching your friend lose his baby makers don’t you!”. The girls started to chant “do it, do it, do it!” The girl stopped swinging the poor helpless boy and looked down at him, the room got quiet except for the sobbing coming from the soon to be “ex jock”. The girl holding his arm had a glassy eyed wild look as a wide grin spread. We had some leftovers and sat at the table and I watched her beautiful tits all through dinner. The phone rang and I gathered it was her father as she told him that she was in good hands and then said she loved him as she ended the conversation and moved to do the dishes.I watched her red ass wiggle as she moved doing the dishes and saw her lovely crotch as she bent over to put dishes in the dishwasher, and my cock hardened again. I moved behind her as she bent over and slammed my cock in her. I made Mike stand up while I slowly undressed him. Then I made him lay on the floor while I stroked his cock. “I need some attention,” I said. I slid up his chest and lowered myself on his face, my leather miniskirt completely hiding him. I felt his tongue on my pussy and I leaned into his face. His tongue licked up one side of my pussy and down the other, pausing to flick my clit on every pass. I rotated around and, still pushing my wet pussy into his face, began sucking his pulsating dick..