Rubbing his cock against her skirt, pressing harder against her he pushed her against the damp wall, pulling her jacket open he tore her bra open. She...had pulled his shirt free and ran her hands up his back, scrapping her nails along his flesh as he whispered in her ear.Finally, he ran both hands under her skirt and tore her knickers down, running his hands roughly up her leg and back under her skirt he grabbed her cock tight, pulling it towards him - she moaned loudly as he pressed his lips. “What! You’re fucking kidding me right! You’ve been living in the same bloody building as me for almost seven months and you honestly have the nerve to think I’m in my 40’s!” he snaps before running a hand through his hair in frustration. In doing so his face becomes more exposed to me and I see his chiseled jaw line and strong neck. A strange feeling rushes over me and I hastily push it down deep inside me, hoping it won’t ever resurface, especially not with Sicko 23 stood in front of me.“Well. After we finally docked at the quay, I bid Captain O'Donnell farewell. He needed to see about delivering the cargo that Mr. O'Flaherth had entrusted to him. The rest of the cargo could wait until tomorrow.Captain O'Donnell and his Mate had told me a lot about Letterkenny over our meals during the voyage. Letterkenny is from the Celtic 'Leitir Ceanainn', or 'Hillside of the O'Cannons'. The O'Cannons were the last of the ancient chieftains of Tir Chonaill. The O'Cannon sept declined in power. I rang the door bell and Jane answered the door."Wow," I just had the shock of a lifetime. Jane was dressed in a black leather ladies business suit with a low cut silver blouse, black stockings, and black stilettos. She looked as hot as lava and her perfume smelled terrific.I looked at Jane and said, "I see what's for dessert and it looks spectacular."June replied, "I have an antipasto salad and baked lasagna for dinner. Then, you can have your dessert."One thing was for sure, Jane could cook..