She mopped them with a wet cloth and dried them. The side windows , the side mirrors, the front and the rear windshield. There should be no spots on ...hem. If there were any, her breasts would be placed on the windows which would be then rolled up all the way up. The glass would press against the underside of her breasts which would be squeezed from the top by the window pane. Then her breasts would be whipped. The pain was excruciating. She worked carefully. Her only problem was in the front. Ireland was a delight for me. The land was so soft and green after the noise and hard edges of life in Boston. I had flown into Dublin and then hopped on a train to Tralee. The Doyles met me at Casement Station. Sean Doyle was about 35 and all I could think of was Huckleberry Finn all grown up. His wife Caitlin was the quintessential Irish woman. She was fair with creamy white skin, red hair and green eyes. Their daughter Astrid was 12 and was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. She was. During this he kept his eyes on her face, watchful of any reaction, waiting for her to wake and scream in terror ... but there was nothing, just the faint expiration of breath from her lips. Thinking she was deep in a dream, he became bolder and, with the fingertips of both hands, reached down to peel back the sheet and light continental quilt which covered his sister as she slept.He had to stand to take back the bedclothes, and did it slowly so as not to wake her ... and also to heighten his. Not bad for a first orgasm huh?” Her pussy taunted yet again as she stumbled over to her bed.“Yes….okay I admit it felt amazing I guess, but it’s only a matter of time before I’m a lab experiment.” Stephanie said, feeling strange as she talked to her crotch.“Honey I can be very discrete. It’s not like I’m going to start talking to everyone you come across. I don’t want the attention either, but then again I can’t promise I won’t be a little naughty here and there.” Her pussy smirked as her.