Carefully, she arranged the shoulder length strands of light brunette hair in a fluffy cascade on the pillow, framing the classical oval beauty of her...face in a silken cloud of softness.As a last touch, she raised the sheet and let it slowly drift down, moulding its whiteness to the supple contours of her nakedness: a veil that completely hid the smooth pinkness of her body, but a veil that went beyond the point of mere suggestion and presented an alluring portrait of willing. “It was in my age group, not the senior division,” she explained quietly.“Regardless, that is fantastic!” Aongus chimed in.Tommy was smiling as wide as I’d ever seen him. “Next summer she’ll win, I’m sure of it! And that’s saying something, for someone from Donegal!”“What’s going on?” I whispered to Heather.“I’m not really sure.”Melissa asked before I could. “What are you talking about?”“In Ireland there’s a yearly fleadh where music competitions are held, for the honor of All-Ireland title,”. From well hidden door in the black walls came two men. One wore a black robe, much like the eight men she had killed coming up., and the other wore a grey suit. His voice she recognized right away, Mr. John.Sif crossed the ten meters that separated her from the two men almost flying. Her boots hammered onto the gleaming stone floor, both men turned around. Both surprised but neither seemed to recognize the blonde woman in black leather and billowing cape, brandishing an old fashioned sword.The. But my reverie was broken when she lifted me up, grabbed her shorts from the floor and yanked them on."I better get going, I'm gonna be late," she said nonchalantly. I was flabbergasted. "That's it?" I said quietly. "You've got somewhere to be?" Yeah, I've got a date," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "We'll have to do this again sometime," she said with a glance at me before rooting on the floor for her keys."Yeah," I said. I was numb. The pulsing in my cock was echoing in my brain like a.