Have you ever studied the druid warrior priestesses of ancient Ireland?Their devotion and loyalty to their men were unequalled in passion,And their ze...l to inspire their males are recognized by every nation on this planet.However ladies, there is something that I must proclaim:Nothing possesses more devotion than my beautiful poetess,Who ceases at nothing to extract my white of love within.I feel his rugged hands on my pretty breasts. His fingers are making sweet circles around my pink nipples.. She and her husband came into the pub yesterday for their monthly Sunday lunch and she was complaining bitterly. A lot of it was along the lines of 'They're new to the village. Who do they think they are messing about with our fete?' As you can probably imagine, she enlisted quite a lot of sympathy."Margaret sighed. "I'm sure," she said. "I can understand their feelings but my husband and I thought long and hard before we decided to act as we have. The last thing we wanted to do was to make. I rose from the couch as she entered the room with all the confidence of woman who was gonna get a good work out. She grinned at me as she slipped the robe from her body and stood before me in her naked splendor.“Okay, where do you want me?” she asked while placing a newly washed vibrator onto the arm of the chair.Without waiting for an answer, she slipped onto the couch in the same position as I was but a few minutes before. My eyes fell to Ruth’s substantial breasts; they were large and round. Shari cried out and moaned with wanton bliss. She was skewered on his hard meat, feeling the bulbous head of it deep inside her body.And suddenly, crashing waves of hot, violent climax broke over her thrashing flesh. She gulped for air and buried her face in the sheet. Burning spasms of pleasure shook her quivering body. Uncontrollable screams of ecstasy escaped from her constricted throat."Unngghiieeee! Yes, God, yes, I'm cumming! Oh yes, fuck meeeeeee!" she cried out, feeling his huge cock.