My wife and I are both Irish. She doesn’t like to be called Irish either but she doesn’t go all hissy-fit over it. Let me clarify a little further... We both trace our ancestry to Ireland and are as pure blood as anyone can be. I say I am Irish. My wife says she is Celtic. There is another word she uses, but I can’t pronounce it. She says it was the name of the land when the Mother of the Glen still reigned over all that was green. My heritage is Irish. Her heritage is Celtic... very, very,. That you will be in next week, that way it won't arouse suspicion as to what happened to us. As for the business, just leave it to her in the will. By the way, Jane, will you marry me tomorrow," I asked as I looked at her.Her mouth dropped open, the sandwich tumbled from her fingers to her plate and she flew out of the chair and was in my lap kissing me before I could say another word."YES! Yes, yes, yes, yes," she said as she started kissing me fiercely."I gather that is ok with you?" I said. With the toe of my shoe, I jammed the rubber wedge meant to hold the door open under the back of the closed door to thwart any potential interruptions. There was never anyone in this corner of the office on a Friday afternoon anyway, so I wasn't too concerned, but better safe than sorry.We slipped into each other's arms and pressed our lips together, our tongues quickly snaking into each other's mouths. My hands slid down to grip her jean-clad ass, kneading it while pulling her against the. Aunty: thik hai lati hu dosto aunty jab pani laai to pehle khud piya or mujhe kaha pine ko fir maine pilia Fir humare bich kuch baate hui jo boring thi main aapko bata kar time waste nhi krunga uske bad kya hua vo btata hu..Aunty ne meri shirt k button khole or shirt utar di uske baad banyan bhi utar di uske baad maine unki saree utari or blouse utara ab vo mere samne apni green color ki bra me thi kya lag rahi thi dosto vo mera Lund to khada hi hogya fir humne ek dusre k sare kapde utar die.