I'm not your servant, you know," she replied.Things were getting really strange now, as Brenda had automatically replied in Gaelic. Somehow my girl ha... learned to understand and speak the Gaelic language - how did that happen? When did it happen?Brenda looked from me to my Mom and then back again. I could see that Mom had also cottoned on to what I'd noticed and she too was now puzzled.Brenda's face was starting to pull into a frown."Why are you both staring at me?" Brenda said, again speaking. ” She smiled. “That means you can come home weekend after this next one.”Agnes responded. “We could do that. Next weekend, he must face my parents. Actually, if you weren’t here, we would have gone there this weekend.” She sighed. “I miss the farm. It’s quiet though there’s always something to do.”We ate heartily since the chain was having all you can eat this Saturday. Their food was good and I stoked up. I figured we would walk the morning away and maybe into the afternoon. I enjoyed being. I never really gave any thought about Carol sexually , I guess since she was my best friends Girl and always just looked at her as pretty but nothing more.One Sunday afternoon Mike invited me over to watch the Football games and drink some beers . It was getting late as the 4;00 pm games winded down and Carol just came home from spending the day out at her Moms , she was sitting down next to Mike drinking a beer when suddenly the 2 of the started kissing , whispering and laughing . Eventually. ..sucking.She felt one hand let go of her tingling breast and move downward over her body, stoking the soft flesh, setting it on fire as he went. As she felt his hand lower, she felt her own thighs part. His fingers stroked her leg, her thigh, the tender inner thigh."Yesssss..." she heard her own voice. She was so wet...so ready...His fingers stroked into the furrow, caressing the delicate inner skin..the hot. moist lips.She moaned as his fingers slid into her...and then out again, dripping.