The buzzing sound from her toy grew louder as she brought it to her pelvis; then became slightly muffled as she must have brought it in contact with h...r pussy. “Oh, yeah, that’s so good,” she sighed. From the change in pitch and volume, I could tell that she was running it the length of her slit. I could feel her shifting her hips as she pleasured herself, while the viscous liquid of her arousal flowed freely out, dripping onto my face. There was another change in pitch; not only from her toy. I kept a firm grip on the hilt of my bladeand slipped between the multitude of boxes in the train car.They were fast. I counted six of them, all dressed in black. I couldtell they were here for me. One of them slashed open the crate I washiding behind, only to find me gone. I flicked on my flashlight, makinghim look up, smiled at him, then swung my sword and lopped his headclear off. I sprung from the ceiling of the train car and took outanother one of them, bisecting him from right shoulder to. Abe grinned. Jill sat back on her heels, stunned and silent. We all looked at her. Abe’s cum was still leaking from her nose and dripping off of her chin. Her mascara was running and her hair sticky with semen. Suddenly, she came alive. With a funny grin, she slurred, “Who needs another shot of Grey Goose?!”With relief, I jumped-to and brought us a round of shots. Jill downed hers, looked at me up and down in my lingerie – snickered – and said, “bring me another, bitch!”. She laughed.After we. He was definitely impressed that these two beautiful, full-figured young women spoke the old language and with an odd old accent at that."Sure now, where did you learn Gaelic?" he asked."Our ancestors are from County Kerry," Katie told him."And we learned it as babes," Margie added."Are you sure you want to go to this hotel? It's rather expensive," he asked the sisters."Oh aye," Katie told him. "There is a dress maker near there that we need to see."The driver delivered us to our hotel, the.