”“How?.. How?.. How is that possible?” she stammered out. “Even the Succubi don’t have that power.”“I told you,” I answered. “I piss...d off a Leprechaun.”She still looked confused so I explained. “During the War, I was stationed in Ireland as an intelligence translator. I’m very good at languages and codes. I was getting bored so I decided to try to learn Gaelic. Gaelic really isn’t so hard once you realize that there are about a dozen extra vowels in every word, and they are separated by eight. "You're good. I'm still here, you're still here. Keep going." Heimmediately brought the cigarette back up to his lips and snappeddragged the cigarette. It was then that I realized that I wasn't lookingat Jimmy anymore, I was staring at Jenny. I couldn't help but think ofhim as a girl, not with what I had going on down below. I'm a straightguy staring at this beautiful, young woman. Jimmy's Jimmy, I'm heretalking to Jenny. She exhaled and started to talk."I have to express more of myself, more. Oooh, it is already a bit inside, isn't it?" Taste for yourself, sweetheart!" I smell at my index, lick it a bit, before I bring it to her nose"How about the smell & taste of your yummy backdoor, beauty?" - "Hmm, smells sexy, Pappi" Odeur from there is so powerfull, Princess. All perfumes contain little bits of it, to attract men!"Laughing loud, but believing me, as she knows my wisdom and knowledge is beyond all of themI still continue to move her slightly up & down, pretty sure she never has. It was times just like these that Janice loved her work. At her feet was a beautiful young blonde, her body entrapped in a tight red corset and her head enveloped in a red latex hood where only her gagged mouth showed. A pair of leather cuffs held the captive’s wrists behind her back and a length of knotted rope held her knees together. Now there was a torn hole or two in her stockings and Janice could tell that the filmy lace thong that covered the girl’s sex was damp from her excitement. Best.