I noted I had not been invited to see her at her parents’ place, not that I minded much after my experience at Christmas and their behaviour at her ...raduation.We did spend that week together, and I moved things a little further in our love making: I went down on her. I was kissing her breasts and fondling her pussy, and taking my courage in both hands, or rather in my mouth, I kissed down her body.Now I had kissed her navel many times, so there was no reaction apart from her chuckles at the. I right hand went under her skirt and began rubbing her pussy over her panty while my left hand continued to knead her left breast and I was kissing her neck.Her moans got louder, her body stiffened and she began trembling. She’s nearing her orgasm, I thought and continued to rub my hand over her pussy. “ahhhhhhh….Adiiiiiiiii” she shouted and began breathing heavily as her head collapsed to a side. Seeing her state, I paused. The look on her face was awesome, something that’s hard to explain.. I looked her name up on the internet and that’s what several of the sites say it means. A couple, however, said it could also be translated as Mother of the Fay.I guess I have a title too... Leprechaun. Everyone calls me Leprechaun because... well, I look like one, or at least I look like that weird Leprechaun Notre Dame uses as it team mascot. I don’t smoke a pipe or wear strange green clothing or run around with my fists in the air searching for a fight, but I’m short and my hair is that same. For some reason we hit it off and I was in heaven, most young women of her awesome beauty wouldn't even give me the time of day but she actually seemed to like me. We dated a couple of times and right from the start it was clear she was in charge as she chose where and when we would go and cost was not really an issue with her as I flipped the bill. I had saved quite a bit of money up as I had been single all my life and never really dated and was quite frugle with money and even though at.