The current town of Letterkenny had begun as a market town in the early 1600s. It had been established on the site of an earlier Celtic settlement. In...tially, Letterkenny was a largely agricultural town surrounded by extensive cattle and sheep grazing on what was at the time untilled hillside. The waters of the Atlantic had not yet retreated from the basin of the Swilly, whose estuary extended almost to where Newmill was presently. Proof of this was easily seen in the alluvial flat lands. I leaned my head down and nuzzled my face into her bush. I shuddered and then darted my tongue out. I lapped through her cunt. My tongue danced through her folds. I savored the tangy taste of her, the feel of her silky rubbing against my cheeks. Everyone watched as my tongue flicked up through her folds to brush her clit.Mom gasped, her round breasts swaying. She was such a gorgeous woman. I savored the incestuous flavor of her cunt. This wicked heat rippled through me. I groaned and then. Suddenly all the lights dimmed, and a light came on above the two figures, and also lit up the wall, which contained a giant mirror. Rita and Doris were brightly illuminated, the rest of us in shadow.Rita turned Doris to face the mirror, and stood behind her, with her hands on Doris's shoulders. "From now on, Doris," she said, "You will do what I tell you." Reflected in the mirror, Doris still looked puzzled, but gave a small nod. "Do you understand, Doris?" Rita went on. "Everything I tell. I'm not proud of what I did to that young girl during those seven days of drunken depravity. I used her body solely as a lump of fuck meat.Her name was Hannah, who I assumed came from a good background by the way she spoke. Not that she spoke a great deal. She screamed, swore, shrieked, yelled and howled, but conversation didn't figure high on our agenda.Hannah's age could have been any where between 16 to 26. She possessed the similar sultry, pouty, air of Jenny Walsh, together with.