When I was 18, it was decided to send me to Ireland for 5 weeks to stay with them and 'rediscover' my Irish roots.Ireland was a delight for me. The la...d was so soft and green after the noise and hard edges of life in Boston. I had flown into Dublin and then hopped on a train to Tralee. The Doyles met me at Casement Station. Sean Doyle was about 35 and all I could think of was Huckleberry Finn all grown up. His wife Caitlin was the quintessential Irish woman. She was fair with creamy white skin,. She slowly lowered herself down on my dick, her eyes shutting close. I felt the tight walls of her pussy all around my dick and I let out a low moan. I kept looking at her, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. She had all of my dick inside her, and now she was rising up. Look at me. I said and her eyes flew open. I could sense that she was embarrassed. I kept staring into her eyes while she lowered herself down on me again. Soon she was moving up and down in a rythymic motion. He begins to move silently, coming up behind her, till he is very close. She becomes very still before him, looking out over the river and to the hills beyond. He is now very aware of her dark hair; he is close enough to taste her scent in the air and even feel the warmth of her skin. He knows she must feel his presence, and yet she does not run. He leans even closer and whispers. “What do you see?” She turns rather suddenly, and again their eyes lock, and again his world stops, this time. Danny had her hands wrapped around Betty, massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples and kissing her shoulder. Betty had her head lowered and was biting on her lower lip. I could see the moisture building as her pussy lips expanded and begged for attention. I pulled on the ties that had me bound to the bed. Betty leaned forward and loosened the knots, freeing each of my hands. With three completely naked women straddling me, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. Betty slipped off of me, and Danny.