"I've lived in the states a fair bit, may have picked up some bad habits." I laughedShe smiled.In what I estimated to be about a mile, we reached the ...village of Summercove. It was a picturesque Irish village with a small harbor overlooking the estuary where the River Bandon meets the sea. Many of the houses were gray slate from local quarries.She pointed out the Bulman Bar and recommended it as a good place to eat and drink – "if you have a mind to, of course."She frowned at the "and drink." I. "The hardest thing is,"Danny added, "I'm only young and I've got needs like every other bloke.."No! He was taking this to the limit...he was really going to push this as far as he could! The juice was weeping from my cunt and I was aching for him to fuck me. It was all I could think of even though I wanted to soak up the whole of this play acting like a sponge, all I could think when I looked at Danny was Fuck...Fuck..Take me outside and fuck me till I'm raw... please, Danny! But I had to. It was me whose chest was pulsating now as I gazed upon this stone cold beauty that had just been transformed into a little girl on Christmas morning. The car captured her attention; it was up to me to entrap her heart. I didn't love her, at least not yet, that would take time and luck. I simply owned her and I wanted her conquest to me to be the highlight of her young life.Olivia navigated our steed through the fast moving traffic that was the norm on the freeway this time of day as we circled. Now her own life was the experiment. At least she wasn’t in this alone anymore, even if far too many people knew what she was up to…and seen her naked. She turned from the mirror thinking about what she would do next while waiting. She had seen other suites like this one in older parts of the museum, usually reused for some other purpose. Back in the day, a Curator could stay right in the museum, immersed in their work. This one seems to have been left intact or perhaps remodelled decades ago..