I continued stroking her pussy until I slipped my finger into her. All the while I was watching her husband. Yes, I thought, it was a stranger feelin... your wife’s pussy and fingering her, but then again it’s your wife that’s presenting herself to me in this way. Her husband just watched us together. My cock was solid and I just rested it at the entrance to her pussy, pushing it in just a little bit so that it wouldn’t spring free. I pushed it forward a little and then pulled it back. I think. " Sheila told me. Still dumbfounded I could only stare at her. I had felt that kiss all the way to my feet damn! Shaking my head I tried not to smile. True, there was a wealth of information on the web, it did lack what practical experience could provide. "Why did you just kiss me? I asked still in shock. "Was that just an experiment? In the human world most times that is a shared experience between those that have..." My head snapped up as I could only stare at her. Sheila? Are you. The fact that I was taking all of him deep throat is kind of amazing, he would go deep, hold deep and start cramming. He was taking my throat just like he was hitting Kristen's pussy. It felt like this switching went on a long time, but I suspect it was in actuality fast and short. "Who wants my cum?" he roars. I was the first to speak "Both of us" and I moved my arms around him to both pull and hold him deep in Kristen. Kristen is now up on her arms looking back at Jay and saying "Put a. It wasn't too bad, however. I strummed away on Nan's little soprano learner's guitar and sang with her, avoiding the faces of the audience.There was an enthusiastic response. Afterwards Nan's brothers and father let loose with a few Irish songs, a la capella. They took their Irish ancestry very seriously and belted out songs like, 'The Wild Geese.' with gusto.Did they realise they were Rebel songs? I decided not to go there.In fact the whole family loved folk singing. I think that's what won.