Where are you staying you ask ,and the girl says Kildare, Kildare i shout but we are in Dublin . its fucking miles away. , but you interrupt " you ca... stay at our place". i nearly choke you, but agree only because she is a lovely little brunette. well thanks my name is emma, i grunt and get in the car.we begin out drive home with my cock now well and truly asleep. yous make conversation and natter away while i drive but your constant turning around and my frustration. i just shout will you. Lots of eye shadow and liner. By 10:00 a.m. I was finished. Looking in the mirror I told Susan that I couldn't possibly go out like this. The skirt was way to short. My outfit emphasized my breast and as I looked in the mirror, all I could see was boobs. I was practically falling out of the silk blouse. I practiced sitting on my bed in front of the mirror. Susan watched me with curiosity. I crossed my legs and let out a shriek. I jumped up and shouted no-way was I wearing this outfit. Susan. "My child," he said. "Are you aware that before dawn that we march into battle." His voice was soft and wise, like a Father's should be."Yes Father," I said. "I am not afraid." If I die, then I would go to Eternal Happiness, Pope Urban the Second himself said this to be true.Father sighed."And yet, it saddens me that you alone spend your time with your rosary and with God," he lamented. "The rest seem to find more comfort in the devil's debauchery."I replied with fire, "I am not like them. They exited the rear of the car and Zack clicked the security button. The alarm squawked its confirmation as Zack led Ariel to the street. Despite his just-ended use of Ariel, Zack craved the remaining evaluation assessment. His groin retained its lingering warmth and Zack fueled it further. He regaled Ariel with details on how he intended to consume their nighttime hours after she finished her coffee and cake service duties. Zack left little to Ariel’s imagination, his graphic descriptions.