She was either Hispanic or Italian, Mona surmised. The other woman obviously was very wealthy. Her blond hair screamed expensive salon and her clothes...were straight out of the latest women's magazines."Shoplifting?" said the dark-haired woman in a weak voice. Mona blushed and nodded affirmatively.So, there are others in the same boat, she thought." Us, too," sighed the blonde. "Isn't this a bitch."An interior door squeaked opened and an elegantly dressed, gray-haired man stepped into the. . what are you? Are you the sidhe?" he asked with a tremble in his voice."No, I am not the sidhe or the Tuatha De Danann. I used a glamour so the Sergeant would think that I was older than I am. Where did you learn about the sidhe?" I asked."I was the youngest of my Mother's children, and she could spend more time with me since she had my older Brothers and Sisters to do part of the work. She told me all about the legends and myths of Ireland. Matters that neither the Church nor the British. ”All of this was not bringing back any recollections about her, but I still knew how to socialize. I shook my head and replied, “You’d be surprised. I might have switched my subjects, after my junior college, but I probably learned more useful lessons from you than I ever did from anyone else.”She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Oh, really,” she said. “Nevertheless, you were a much better student than I was a teacher.”I’m very sorry, but I don’t remember studying with you at all.” I blushed,. It didn’t take long for the talking to turn into making out. We were kissing passionately and I was sliding my hands up and down her gorgeous body. I began kissing down her neck, as far as I could over her dress. After just a little of this she whispered into my ear, “I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.” I slide off the couch and kneeled on the floor between her legs and slid her dress up her thighs then pulled her panties down, revealing her already wet pussy. I went to work with my tongue.