" Kevin felt the sadness in the old man's eyes, so he poured another shot for each of the elderly patrons and lengthened the tab a bit longer. He scre...ed the lid on the bottle, tactfully put it away, and then fled to find a chore at the other end of the bar before it cost him another round. He watched the two old men from a distance as they nursed their whiskies.More patrons came into the establishment as the afternoon wore into evening. Most were on their way home from the wake and wore their. The man that had asked to share my fire cleared his throat as he squatted across for me. I looked at him and he smiled, “You are not from around here. What Clan do you claim?”I looked at him carefully, “I no longer have a clan.”He frowned, “Clan is everything.”I turned as a woman came to the fire and started placing pots and pans around it. I looked back and the man smiled, “Sidhe. All sidhe have clans.”I shrugged, “In my country they are called Travelers, but I have never been part of their. She looked up at him standing in front of her, rubbing her hands up and down his legs. She felt for the location of his phone, finding it in his back pocket.Sitting up on her hind legs, she brought her face closer to his. She could see some tattoos on his neck, one was of SS Bolts reminding her yet again, who these men really were. As if on cue, she felt him push hard against her chest, forcing her onto her back.“What are you doing? Don’t fucking push me,” she said, grabbing his arm. He. Tracy and I went home at around midnight and went to bed.Tracy cuddled up to me under the covers and kissed me. She then reached down and started fondling my cock while she kissed me some more. Before long I was on my back and Tracy was on top, riding me slowly and grinding me deep into her. In the middle of our fuck secession, Tracy dropped a bomb on me. She confessed that she had been “naughty” at the party. I asked her what she did and she made me promise that I wouldn’t get mad if she told.