He’d seen Finola several times that very afternoon. Her duties had kept her indoors the majority of the time, but today, she had to carry water to t...e animals and then get them from the byre to the grazing field. She disappeared into the house after the last trip for water. That woman sure is a treasure, he thought to himself. That night, Padraig’s dreams were filled with visions of his treasure. He’d dreamt of her body. What she might look like without all that clothing. Her curves beneath his. But that was as far as they had gone, and by now, Barbara was desperate for a good fuck. When Greg got up and moved to the bar to mix their drinks, Barbara saw her chance to turn her brother on so much he would have to finally fuck her.She lay on her back and threw her arms up over her head, her legs deliberately splayed wide so that her brother would have a good, bird's eye view of her juicy little cunt. She knew that he wanted to fuck her and she told herself that all she had to do was to. I did like their fancy salads though. I left everything else and went back for the fruit and veggie things. It was the spicy bread and dressing I expected that made them stand out.My main complaint with the dinner conversation was that everything, "Is to die for." or so our two drama queens seemed to think. "We have to get these two down to Aster to eat at one of Helen's events," I said to Jerrod with a huge smile. I knew his thinking even before he spoke and I knew exactly why he felt the way. We hadn’t rowed or anything, there had been no atmosphere, but there she was, dressing that way.‘You don’t have to come out with me’ she said simply.I didn’t. I didn’t have to object or ask about where she was going either. But I knew. As a husband you do know, you do care.‘Please…not the truck stop’ I whispered.Jenny acted like she had never heard me. There were some things that you didn’t discuss. You didn’t discuss her past. She moved in smart circles now. You didn’t discuss sexual.