She busied herself pulling down a copper frying pan and extracting two clear mixing bowls and a bag of prewashed lettuce from the large refrigerator. ...he container she poured into the heated pan brought forth the delicious sweet and spicy odor of Vietnamese cuisine. Arranging the lettuce and small thin threads of carrots and the thinly sliced cucumber she scooped from the other bowl onto two plates, she avoided contact with me. I let her shyness take over, but hoped for a return to her brave. I turned towards him ready to fall into his lips when Jane crashed over us, running for the door. She rushed outside just in time to throw up in a plant pot, we followed her knowing that we were the least drunk there and probably the only ones who’d noticed her. I held back her hair, secretly hating her for ruining what had been an almost perfect moment with Alex. He stood a little way off. I apologised to him and told him to rejoin the party, but he declined, taking my hand in his.. I pushed her ankles up around her ears and slammed my bone through her wall of innocence and eight inches deep up her tight virgin hole. She squealed and her face screwed up as I froze balls'-deep in her narrow channel. Within a few seconds the subtle hunching of her hips gave me the green light. I didn't want to be accused of raping this little girl, although it didn't really matter—statutory rape was the same as forced rape in the eyes of the law. But my tequila-addled brain wasn't processing. Lucy had some great looking horses, Pete took notice. Pete, while being Aoife’s husband by joining, was also a sexual deviant; he enjoyed sticking his erect self into anything he felt would feel strange. Cough, cough, nudge - reader. The positive side of this negative aspect of Pete was his level of creativity in a stupid sort of way. Pete would do most anything; this drew Aoife in the same way shit attracts flies. A quick note on how they met; Aoife ran her family’s dairy farm. It was a small.