So why, I am sure you are asking, am I lost in the middle of the Irishwilderness? As it turns out, I had always wanted to see Ireland. It waspart of m... ancestry. The added benefit of coming here is that in theIrish county of Co Cavan, it is said that there is a lake for every dayof the year. These mythical lakes were supposedly created by waterfilling them from the Otherworld. Drinking and bathing in some of theselakes are purported to have magical healing properties. So, I traipsedinto the. ‘You want it,you get it wet.You get it wet,you can have it’,she said in the dirtiest voice I had ever heard her put on. Fuck me I wanted it,oh yes indeed. I sort of stumbled over to that tight puckered hole and slapped my tongue deep in there.Licking and slurping for all i was worth,all the time fumbling at my fly and finaly unleashing that shiny new toy of mine. I remeber thinking as I grabbed hold of my cock,’What a beauty you are’. I stood up behing her and tried to ram him up that hole like. " Jenny said."That is true, a little strange but none the less true." Sandra replied."Does bro know that Justin is his?" Jenny asked."Yes but Justin does not know." Sandra replied."I understand." Jenny said and again she sounded a little sad. "Has bro told you that I cannot get pregnant?" Jenny asked and Sandra shook her head saying he had not. "I'm glad he has a son. He is a fine looking man too!" Thank you." Sandra replied.Again the two sat looking at each other for some time but then Jenny. ”“You’re fine.”“That I know,” teased Puddin.“I walked right into that,” the father of four admitted.“You did. And you seemed like such a clever man until then.”“How long you been like this,” inquired Curtis Jones.“Like what,” Puddin pretended not to know what he meant.“A sissy,” the six-foot-one; two-hundred-thirty-seven--pound, forty-nine-year-old with the 38-pants size blurted out.“My while life.”Curtis sat forward. “And how’d you get that ass?”“I did my third round of ass injections six.