The Grey Dublin sky showed promise of clearing before school let out for the day. The sixteen year old redheaded Irish girl was awash in freckles that...were said to be the map of Ireland. Her twin sister, Moira, sat twirling her hair around a number two pencil with great concentration.The substitute teacher, Mr. Malone droned on and on about some King this or that from some forgettable era that held no interest for most of the students. Maureen wanted to check her phone to see what messages she. "And talking with our passenger." Behind her seat, Caerys heard a short yelp of surprise, and watched the gun-barrel arc over her shoulder to point into the darkness.Paris, November 21stSophie scrabbled across the car-park, slipping and sliding in her flat-soled shoes on the gravel, and pitched up against a dark car. She didn't recognise it, didn't even think about the possibility that it might have come with 'the other side' — not that she considered herself to be on either side, any more.For. ‘I’m not sure,’ Mary said. ‘As excited as he sounded, I’d expect him to spend a couple of hours talking with his father. Since he’s going to his father’s old Alma Mater, I have a feeling they’re going to have a lot to talk about. I’d guess he’ll probably get home around nine or so, maybe even later.’ ‘That’s good,’ Matt said. He cupped his paramour’s delectably shaped bottom in his hands and pulled her even tighter against him. ‘That gives us a little time, doesn’t it?’ He smiled at her. ‘You. My eyes were drawn to his hand, now moving in longer strokes. Suddenly, it stopped and his index finger unwrapped from around his cock and pointed between my legs. When I didn't move, he flicked the finger and suddenly I was enlightened.Still holding my panties to the side, I probed my cunt with my index finger and moved it slowly in and out. He smiled again, his own fist active once again -- more urgently now. I sped up my finger-fucking, ignoring the squishy noises from my wet pussy. I.