Shortly after her twelfth birthday she’d been lying in bed, not yet asleep, just drowsing, under the sheet. Her Da had come and sat on the bed.“E...len lass, your old Da needs your help, can you see it within your heart to do something for me? “What Da,” she asked. He was rubbing her back through the sheet.“Lass your Mam’s been gone these five years, and I have needs, just like all men, can ya help?”Ellen thought, he could force me, assault me but her Da wasn’t that kind of man, no, his Irish. I decided that whatever happened with you on the road or wherever, I would not be thrown off our love, our deep down love for each other. And I still feel the same way. I hoped that you would feel the same way." And what about the ones who have divorced and remarried, each time 'till death do us part?' Some of them three times, I might add. Their lovers haven't been separated by more that a few weeks in some cases, and probably overlapped. They are respected members of the community even though. The boy in front came first, and his place was quickly taken by the next boy in line. I noticed something that Maria did not; a boy from earlier in the evening had slipped into the line standing in front of her. He was not the only one. After the fifth boy had come in Maria’s mouth, their friend at the back finally climaxed and filled her pussy again. The wheel turned.The following group was the Sullivan boys; two brothers and two cousins who did everything together. They were inseparable. They. Natalya let out a moan. She closed her eyes and her mouth dropped open as the older woman began to pump her finger into her younger pussy.Across the room, Dasha moved closer to the two women. “That’s lovely, sis. Slide your fingers up and down where it’s all wet,” she muttered anxiously. She sat down next to them and slid her hand into her own pants and began to finger herself.Natalya looked up at the other woman catching her eyes and became mesmerized by those emerald green eyes, gleaming with.