.. it feels... it feels... so-o-o-o good. Oh... oh... oh... please... stop." Maybe, sub-consciously, Beth knew that her panting protest was really an ...nvitation to continue because the spreading dampness and the grasping of her pussy told her that she really didn't want him to stop. Brad was able to insinuate a finger so that it was massaging her crack, and as he pushed against her clit with his finger, a mini-orgasm flashed through her, and in reaction she spread her thighs apart.Brad was now. I moan a little before she thrusts her mouth on it and sucks like it will the last thing she tastes. Her tongue caresses the head as she sucks licking up any pre-cum that comes out. I reach over and stick my hand under her dress to find she is wet. I feel her lips that are slick with her juices. I stick a finger in and feels her clit. She moans a sigh of relief on my cock. I play with her clit while she moves her head up and down on my cock. I finally can't take it anymore and shoot my semen. When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her house, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.She was tall, long hair and fairly average or even plain looking, not unattractive but certainly not a sexy babe, and aged around 45.One day as I was. .. well, not yet, that remained to be seen. I was however picking up occasional echoes of something else, though every attempt to scan it failed due to there being nothing there to scan. Still being naturally paranoid under such circumstances I wasn’t taking anything for granted and wasn’t just keeping an eye out for Oonagh.I finally reached the area where Oonagh had been and observed it from a distance, using the chameleonesque aspects of my armour to blend me into my surroundings. Yes, she.