They have enough old antagonisms and resentments to remain stirred up on their own," he continued with a wolfish grin, as I poured him more wine. They...apparently didn't serve ale here. Certainly not O'Connell's Irish Ale, I mused, but Grandfather had resumed talking."We credit the real start of our civilization with the coronation of Cingetorix I, as King of the Treveri in their capital of Titelberg. This was in 100 BC by your calendar. We are currently in the year 2151 as our calender began. “A race thing? About your Dad being Irish?” Anna struggled.Michael shook his head and then it twitched to the left a fraction as his mother struggled to think what could’ve set off the normally pleasant and polite young man in front of her.“Was it me?” Caitlin asked curiously having noted her brother’s head movement and having imagined that the eyes beneath the fringe had looked directly at her feet.Michael remained mute as the two women waited; Anna was a little surprised that Caitlin hadn’t. I just had to taste that sweet little pussy before I fucked it, like I had done to her sister’s pussy and to her mother’s pussy many years before. My third virgin and every one of them was a close relative!Eventually Heather begged me to fuck her, so I got into position and slowly fed my adult cock into her tiny thirteen-year-old vagina. It was the tightest fit yet and required the most pressure but little Heather took it all. She never once wavered from her mission to take me fully like her. If someone had said I was going to do this the day before I would have said the whole situation was impossible and laughed at them. Slowly I walked over to James and knelt down next to him. I gently placed a hand on his and said his name quietly until I saw his eyes open. He sat upright quickly and looked at me and said “Are you okay?” with a voice full of honest concern. His eyes showed he was worried abut me. I simply said “No, I'm really not” and I stood up pulling on his hand. He got up and.