Her long jet black hair, fastened at the nape of her neck by a leather broach of Celtic knot design, flowed like a wild dark river down the middle of ...er back. Her eyes, bright and lively, were as pale blue as a Midsummer sky. She was dressed in a brightly woven wool tunic... a plaid pattern of saffron and burgundy common among the Celts of the region. The garment hugged her slender form and was scandalously short, baring her long slender legs as she danced barefoot on the stone floor. Her. I had no idea what she was talking about, but it didn’t sound bad so I didn’t let it distract me. I wasn’t even two minutes in and she was already squeezing the sheets around her. I rubbed her soft milky thighs, which started to tremble a little as I suctioned my lips to her lips, not giving her a chance to focus on one thing. “Randy, oh my god, it feels so good!” Rita moaned. “Keep doing that baby, don’t stop!” It didn’t take long for her hands to find my head and hold me in place. I looked. The song was a slow one, which had the lights dip down low. No one would see, so when her hands wrapped around my back of my neck and she snuggled in close to me, I didn't step back. Her perky C cups were rubbing against me, as we danced. When I looked down, I could tell her nipples were hard as rocks and poking through her dress. I wondered if it was the cold or the embrace we where sharing.It was bold and aggressive time, as one of my hands left her waist and slowly slid down her ass,. But I took a day an' drove in. I headed on the Loop Road, headin' towards Warri Warri Creek, where there'd be water." Smart," I said. "More beer, anyone?" Small for me," the constable said. The other two just nodded. I waved at Jem."Anyways," Ted continued, "I saw a bit of smoke a few klicks from the Creek and, when I got nearer, I could see two utes and several humpies. So I just pulled up an' got out. Minute or so later a bloke walked out. I said 'hello' and said I was the local constable. He.