" She made a note. "I wonder what Celtic mythology is." Oh, most likely the stories we read about Cuchulain and Lug and those blokes. You remember. 'T...e Cattle Raid at Cooley' and 'The Story of MacDatho's Pig.' And the Welsh Mabinogion. There's probably Scots stuff, too. Not merely the fake Ossian." Right. I liked the Mabinogion, especially 'Culhwch and Olwen'." Well, we've got that somewhere. And Yeats' Irish Fairy and Folk Tales. I'm not sure we still have the Old Norse stuff. Dad may have. At least I know I will," she responded.Unsure of what she meant, we drove along in silence until we reached the restaurant. Inside the hostess asked if we had a reservation. My wife responded, "No we are to meet the Hastings party."I gasped, and my wife asked, "What's wrong Sally?" Hastings? Wasn't Dan's last name Hastings?" I quietly and nervously asked, while we were led to the table. She didn't need to respond, because Dan and another gentleman stood to greet us as we arrived.Dan and my wife. My eyes were bulging wide as Dale slowly rotated his hips and his cock head wormed around the back of my mouth at the entrance to my throat. I gripped his thighs and tried to push away from the impaling member. Dale finally relented and allowed me slide my lips back from his pubic. Dale continued to rotated his hips as he held my face slowly having sex with my oral cavity. I sucked his cock and slid my tongue around his cock head and the neck of his superb cock. After a few minutes Dale pulled. ”Michelle undid the zipper and her dress slid to the floor. Julie just gasped and glared at me. She whipped her tape around Michelle’s hips and waist and noted the measurements. She looked back at me and said, “Let’s see what I’ve got that’s the right size.” She turned to Michelle, “Just wait here for us.”As we walked to the front of the store where the items I wanted were displayed Julie whispered angrily, “Do you know what you’re doing?”“Julie, calm down. I do know. She’s eighteen, so.