"Yes," I answered, and the book opened to that page by itself, and I held it out for the sisters to see."Is ... isn't that written in Ogham?" Margie a...ked on seeing the page."Yes, it is." And ... you ... can read it?" Katie asked, uncertainly."Yes, I started reading it on Tuesday night and then again on Wednesday night. That's why I was late on Wednesday morning," I explained."But where did you learn to read Ogham? What language is it in?" Margie asked."It's in old Gaelic, and I have no idea. I shouted and jumped out of my bed. “What was that?” I called out. As I jumped up, her hand pulled away from me. She found her way to my crotch. She had planted one of her hands in it and she pushed her hand down against my crotch and Ophelia had decided to rub it too. “I am so sorry Hosta,” she said. “I just,” and she shut up as her cute eyes stared at me. “I just wanted to see what it really felt like,” she told me. “Here you want to feel it?” I told her. I undid my britches for her again.. Or unka ek chota baccha bhai hai. main jab se us ghar main rehne gaya tha tab se hi meri nazar bhabi par thi par wo jyada dhyan mujh par nahi deti thi. Ek din dopahar ke samay main apne room ki key neeche dene gaya kyun ki mera room partner baad main khana khane room par aata tha or us time main office main hota tha. So main chabi makan malik ke yahaan rakh jaata tha. to us din bhi rojana ki tarah main key dene gaya tha to maine dekha ki andar kisi or admi ki awaj Aarahi thi to pahle to maine. He ran his tongue wetly the entire length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her anus, up over the softly fluted edges of her pussy and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her quivering pubic mound. The great obscene tongue spread wetly through the hair-covered swelling like a knife slicing through butter. It flicked relentlessly between Louise's full widespread legs, stopping once or twice to curl its way deep into her vainly resisting vagina. Louise jerked spasmodically as she.