If there is ever anything I can do for you, just let me know.’ After completing the installations I called Stella about once a week to see if she wa... having any problems. I did mention that she could get hold of me at any time. About two months later I had a really rough day at class. I saw a lot of tits and ass and it kind of got to me. I went over to see Stella. ‘Hi, Harley. I never called so why are you here?’ I hadn’t mentioned anything to her about my sex life or that I might be interested. Before I can get my mind around that idea, Lauren speaks again."Do you want to eat me?" she asks.There it is. My decision. Do I want to eat my s!ster's pussy? Hell yes! Do I want to eat it in front of her friends? Will it be all over twitter in the morning? Doubtful. At least no one is taking any pictures. "We'd be crossing a line," I respond. She nods again. "Maybe one we shouldn't cross without some clear headed thought." Are you not clear headed?" she asks, tilting her head to the side in a. Rachael had to knock on the door to get me out. I quickly slipped on theshorts and shirt I had on before and opened the door expecting theworst. She didn't appear to find anything odd about a man shaving andwearing pantyhose and when Tom and Suzy wandered into the kitchen laterthey never gave my jet black legs more than a quick glance. In fact,Rachael and I had a wonderful discussion about leg wear while she workedon my hair in preparation for the big cut and I began to get comfortablewith the. The Irish had a difficult time under British rule. I’ve never agreed with the way history books decry Colonialism in the Western Hemisphere but ignore Irish suffering just because it happened east of the Atlantic.’ Hanna dived into the cheese and took a pear out of the shopping bag. ‘What did the British do to the Irish?’ she asked. Jovita answered her, ‘For one thing, they made the Irish famine much worse. The potato blight was natural, but British socialist polices made the hunger much worse..