Her answer to everything was the platinum no limit credit card in her Guccihandbag and while I loved running it through my cash register I had had eno...ghof her insulting behavior. She was 5' 8" in height with a 38" – 25" – 35" figure. Her eyeswere jet black and there must have been a taste of South Asian blood somewherebecause they held just the hint of the almond shape. She used dark makeup aroundher eyes to make them even more noticeable and a dark cherry colored lipstick,impeccably applied,. Then the stand, the closing handshake that lingers as a touch, her lean forward, as if to stay, or lean back to leave. If a second meeting is attended, then her lean forward becomes a hug and the aroma of freshly washed hair. At that point, the nearly inevitable third meeting ends with coffee or, for the more amorally inclined, the offer of a kiss, which leads to conquest or conquered. This, surprisingly, is often.Young women, free of home rule and now above the dreaded “sorry, you’re underage”. ’ She began. ‘Is that you Mary Catherine?’ Father Monaghan asked. ‘Yes father,’ she replied extremely sheepishly. ‘Mary Catherine, didn’t we have this same discussion last week?’ ‘Yes father.’ ‘I don’t understand it. You come from such a good family. What possesses you to do such things?’ A good family, she thought. She noticed how his Irish brogue always seemed to get deeper when he got stern. If he only knew about her good family. ‘I don’t know father.’ ‘So Mary Catherine, I haven’t seen. Mom’s moans became louder and although mom rarely swears, I heard her spit out, “Joe, your hands feel so fucking good,” and she then began giving instructions… a little to the left, faster… harder…Harder!”I followed her instructions as well as I could, my fingers now pumping in and out like pistons of a train locomotive. Then with a final gasp, I felt her cunt muscles clamp down on my fingers and her body shake in orgasmic delight. The spasms and virginal contractions continued for about thirty.