I screamed the ancient war cry of the O’Briens, ‘Lamhlaidir a n-Uachtar!’, lunged for his heart and the fight was on. Back and forth we battled ...cross the floor. I matched my speed and agility against his size and strength. The sword rang against his axe head. His visage darkened and he redoubled his blows, becoming again the berserker he had once been. I didn’t flinch. Woman or not, the ancient Irish lust for battle surged up in me and I launched as many attacks as he did. The clanging of the. I stole peeks at her every chance I could. She brought out some hot tea at noon but we kept on working.Finally at about 1 o’ clock, we were about done. We were both drenched in sweat from the merciless Chennai sun. “Why don’t we have a bath and a quick lunch ordered? “Sounds great. I’ll run home and change after a bath and come in for lunch”. As we waited for lunch to come in we relaxed for a while, now she was in another nighty which was a little transparent and tight fitting every time I. This leads, to him following her into the warehouse at the back of the store. But his eyes and interest are not on business or incorrect prices as he is already fully aware of this particular problem, but does not want to let this chance to be alone with her go by. He is now more interested in her shapely bottom as buttocks move up and down so sinfully provocatively as he follows her back and in between the rows of stacked merchandise . She finally turns down a long row and at the very end is. Both wore floor-length dresses. Pam’s had a split up each side and a halter neck top that covered her breasts, leaving a large V uncovered from neck to waist. Marcie’s dress had a split at the front up to crotch level and a gap at the back which was laced across from her shoulder blades to buttocks, exposing her back and the G string she wore underneath, the top was made of a midnight blue almost transparent fabric which enabled her breasts to remain clearly visible. The girls were all dressed.