”“I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop.”“I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their f...llow man.”“I pray that politicians tell us the truth and put the interests of the people ahead of their own interests.”“How do you feel after doing this for 75 years?”“Like I’ve been talking to a fucking wall.”An Irish Lesson:How to get to Heaven from Ireland.(A story from an Irish Sunday School teacher)I was testing children in my Dublin Sunday School. ‘Yeah, I guess.’ ‘Now my turn.’ His devilish and childish grin could be seen and I couldn’t help but laugh at him. ‘Alright. Go ahead.’ ‘Where did this come from and why are you asking it?’ ‘Just something in my head I wanted to ask you about.’ ‘Is that all you’re going to tell me?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Are you sure you’re not getting anywhere Brittany?’ I pulled my knees up to my body and wrapped my arms around them. I wasn’t sure of what to say so I just shurgged my shoulders. Jeremy got down and. As my right hand stroked slowly, my left handslid up to the swell of my panty-stuffed bra.My head spun like I had been drinking as I felt a woman's breast throughthe soft sweater.MY breast. In my mind, my cock was being stroked by someone else, thehand on my breast moved up my slender neck and pushed into my mouth pastglossy red lips that parted wantonly.My tongue slid along the underside of the fingers that had been shovedinside. I hadn't resisted when they were pushed between my lips, on. Male or female, a ride for a ride!!”.“You’re a right dirty bitch... nowt but a common slag”.“Yep, and that’s why you would love to fuck my brains out!”.“Won’t argue with that”.“Did you say you’re also wanting some upskirt shots?”. Gemma asks after a while.“I wouldn’t mind”.“Knickers on or off?”.“Again, that’s up to you”. I tell Gemma.“I was talking about your knickers!!” Gemma laughs.“Well, I'd love to entertain you Gemma, but I don’t have mine with me”.“Aww, that's no good, I’ll buy some for.