Maybe the founder was a leprechaun. I live in Britain. It's a nice enough country. Pretty big on equality and stuff. We even let boys vote. Gave them ...he vote twenty years ago. Can't say I approve of that development, but I guess it expands the voter base of the politicians. A lot of other countries are still pretty traditional. To varying degrees.By traditional I mean keeping boys in their place. Keeping them enslaved, that is. And I'm not talking euphemistically. Some places around the world. No wonder he had got into the pants of women all around the world!As he brought his hands round to cup my wife’s pert breasts he stepped into her back and I could see his erecting penis push up her back. Although I hated to admit it, they looked good together and I could see how and why as a teenager at college she had fallen for him. As I watched and listened I could hear Jennifer moaning as Brett lovingly squeezed and played with her breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples until they were. She seemed to be a bit distracted. We still had a great time, and her skill shined through frequently enough to carry the way for us more often than not. When we finished, we turned in the carts and rental clubs, then stopped for lunch in the clubhouse.Rob was still there when we got back to the house, though his crew seemed to have taken off. The concrete forms were set and staked out with lots of yellow tape warning us to keep clear. A large pile of wood was neatly stacked near the spot.. "Which is what we're doing when the boys come back. Pretty long session in the pub they've had and they're a touch drunk. I don't mind the guys drinking in work hours because it makes it even more fun flirting with them. The alcohol makes them feel very horny and they ogle me all the more appreciatively. Makes them a bit boisterous too – perfect for this Prettiest Girl contest we're about to have. I'm really looking forward to that – looking forward to it about as much as Cynthia isn't. I saw.