She was literally soaked. She held my hand and then reached over and placed my finger inside of her smooth, wet pussy. It was so wonderful I near bl...w my load right there. I held myself off, but just barely as my finger was completely covered by her wetness. She brought my hand out and turned toward me. She took my finger and placed it into my mouth. It was heaven. Never had I ever tasted anything so sweet and delicious in my life. She took my hand again and placed it inside her. This. I inserted the money, opened the door and gently pushed my wife into the inky blackness beyond. "Be a good slut, I'll be right there..." and let the door shut behind her.I then produced another bill from my wallet, waited a few seconds and inserted it. Nothing. The bill spit back out. I tried again. Still nothing. A third time. Nothing. Frowning I got the clerk's attention."It's not working." Oh, it gets stubborn sometimes, give it a few seconds and try again." Okay, thanks."I did as he. When I drank half of it, I realized I was already very light headed and he had already had 3-4 drinks of whiskey. I asked him how he could drink so much, he told me this is one of three capabilities of a real man.I asked him what are the other two? He told me having a big body, with big muscles and cock, and being able to last long in bed. I was taken back by him making everything so sexual, and I told him sharam nahi aati aisi baate karte? He said tumse kya sharmana, tum bhi ab bari ho gayi ho. .. and on back to before the mountains rose from the sea. I looked her name up on the internet and that’s what several of the sites say it means. A couple, however, said it could also be translated as Mother of the Fay.I guess I have a title too... Leprechaun. Everyone calls me Leprechaun because... well, I look like one, or at least I look like that weird Leprechaun Notre Dame uses as it team mascot. I don’t smoke a pipe or wear strange green clothing or run around with my fists in the air.