The wind whipped her long, straight, red hair. She watched her Father bartering with the fine, English gentleman. She knew full well what he was doing... he was selling his eldest daughter, a girl just turned 18, so that her brothers and sister would survive the coming winter. Times were more than hard in Ireland in 1869; they were desperate. She could see the Englishman turn and look at her and then turn back to Father. The deal was done; money changed hands; Father, too ashamed to face her,. I moved on down the couch even as my mouth moved down her body. I stopped and tugged gently at her pubic hair, which sent a whole new thrill through her body. I planted a gentle kiss on her furry mound and said out loud, “I’ll be right back.” She smiled down at me and I place my hands on her knees and tenderly parted those golden tanned thighs and got my first real up close look at the center of her womanhood. Her pussy was beautiful. The outer lips were slightly darker than the rest of her. Among the other debris, I had spotted several useable water bottles that must have come from various desks and workstations. I put several into a bag I found and brought them. Once we were near the lower tree line, I had a full view of the valley and mountains across the way. With that unobstructed view, it was clear why the view yesterday had bother me and it wasn’t because of the perspective from the ground level compared to the perspective from the elevated cafeteria windows. The view. She watched as he fetched a condom. It was all she needed to see. As he put it on, she turned to face the windows and bent over the back of the couch. Charles directed his cock up and down through her crevice. He spread her wetness around. He knew what he wanted, but chose to do what she expected, at first. With a slight knee bend, he pushed the head of his member between the beautiful woman's pussy lips. He smiled when he heard her groan and then push back. He knew from experience, a woman’s.