Their daughter Astrid was 12 and was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. She was slender and her breasts were just beginning to bud. After hug... all around, we piled into an ancient Ford and rattled off into the countryside. It was painfully green and the land looked so tended. It looked as if the whole country had been landscaped to me. Finally we drove through the quant village of Kilcooly and shortly after pulled up the driveway to an old farmhouse.The farmhouse had been in the Doyle. ”Just then the phone rang and Stephie answered it. “Oh, hi Mom! Yes, he’s here. Want to speak with him?”Evidently she did, as my sister covering her mouth to hide her laughter, handed me the phone and Mom cut to the chase. “So, Howie, who’s this Regina that keeps calling the house?’“What?” I blurted out since I was stunned to hear Regina had called at all.“This girl, Regina she said her name was---called three times looking for you---and that’s so far today. Probably call all night if you don’t. Placing a finger playfully over her lips she shook her head, letting him know not to speak. Turning her head from side to side she watched the bar for signs of her brothers, or anyone else, for that matter coming over and disturbing her. Then she lowered her hand and slipped it into her tiny thong. Aroused beyond the point of no return Sarah looked the guy in the eye and with the tiniest movement of her fingers she came swiftly and silently. As she shuddered she removed her finger and let him. She leaned back on her hands, both between his thighs, lifting a hand off the beige, shag floor and dragging it across his lap, teasing his testes through his jeans with her fingertips. His senses were heightened, and he cried out with pleasure, so eager to rip the belt from around his wrists, rip her clothes from her perfect body and fuck her silly until she didn’t know which way was up. He tugged at his stylish leather restraint, and reality set in, she was clearly in charge, just roll with.