I may as well stop and answer the question I know you’re asking. Who the hell names a little girl Aoibheann? Well, if you’re from Ireland, maybe y...u know. It’s an old Irish name, pronounced Eve-een. It means “little Eve” or “pleasant, beautiful sheen, of radiant beauty.” She represented both meanings very well. The first refers back to the original mother of us all, with all the baggage that tows along. It was Eve that messed things up and got us kicked out of paradise. That Eve was stubborn,. All of a sudden she pushed me back. She turned onto her back and lifted her legs straight up in the air. I stepped closed, and drove my penis back into her. My arms wrapped around her thighs and I watched her big breasts bounce back and forth from the force I was plunging into her. Her eyes were rolled back in her head as another orgasm washed over her. It was not long before I felt mine building again. I could feel my balls swinging between my legs. This whole scene reminded me of the night I. Especially by me, her go-to guy. But I’m only that, due to circumstances that I chose.I walked slowly to her office door, it was partially opened, so I just stuck my head in. “You wanted to see me?” I said in a sarcastic tone.“Close the door,” she told me. “Some days Lucas, you hold the title belt for the worst assistant.”“Champion of the world,” I said, waving my hands in the air.“Dammit Lucas!” she yelled, slamming her hand on the desk. “Are going to have those drafts today?”I stopped waving. I rolled up each stocking and then carefully stretched them up my legs. A tickle began just above my knees and shivered right up the inside of my thighs into the base of my clit as I smoothed up my nylons. I tugged the half-slip’s elastic waistband up and over my breasts and then spun it around so the lacy split in its hem displayed my festively decorated pussy perfectly. I purposely left my hair messy to enhance my entrance. I put on my pink fur slippers; a pair of big hoop earrings and set.