Getting there I turned the car off,with in seconds Bernie and I were in the back seat.She had her skirt up to her waist and her shirt off in no time ,...nd had her legs spread wide . My first real pussy I said seeing her laying there with a big smile on her face. With out hesitating I put my face in her bush and started licking her pussy. "Oh wow " I heard her say, "okay then" and placed her hand on my head.She took a big breath when my fingers went in side her and started wiggling around. She. It could be anyone. The poachers?r the forest guards. I made sure not to press the torch on. Sat quietly and hid inside a bush. I peeked through the bush and saw something unusual. On the ground there were two young girls kneeling before a man. The man had a carved bamboo stick with the head of a horse. There were three mashals (fire stands) The light was dancing on the body of the girls. The girls had the back towards me. They were wearing extremely glossy colored saree. There was three more. "We'll show you later. There are too many people here now," Katie told me quietly.We eventually collected the rest of our luggage and I got a cart to put it on, while the sisters changed some of their money into euros. We proceeded to the local transportation area then to obtain a taxi for the ride into Dublin itself.The sisters knew just where we were going and told the driver in Gaelic. He was definitely impressed that these two beautiful, full-figured young women spoke the old language and. Fuck. Fuck.Your brain spits out the word once every second as you berate yourself. Is it finally time to give up, you wonder? Face the facts, that Jane was completely beyond you, far out of your league, at a totally different point in her life? You hang your head gloomily, far too distracted for spreadsheets. At least you could say you'd spoken to her, a step up from the pathetic men with one-sided crushes on girls they've never even spoken to. You could be considered friends even. The.