Those tiny fingers of hers came down hard on my shoulder, and I almost fell off the stool as she pushed me away. I knew she was meaner than she looked..., but that didn't scare away the stray thoughts I kept having about what her cunt tasted like. I was already well beyond the point fear could cool my prick down. Wordlessly, she got up from the table, her firm ass peaking beneath the hem of her skirt as she made her way to the toilets. I thought I saw her offer me a subtle invite. Whether the. Yes I think I will have a drink too. I need it,” I replied.“Come and sit here beside me. I will pour you a glass of vodka. Come sit closer to Aunty,” she said softly.I sat on the sofa where she had patted her hand and I looked at Monica’s shapely legs stretched out toward me. I raised my glass in a toast and sipped the the drink. I usually prefer beer but this drink was particularly refreshing. Monica and I quickly drank in silence.Once our drinks finished, I filled our glasses and then I sat. "Jonelle's voice was vibrant with excitement, and Laura could hardly contain her own. We're like two kids, she thought. Only we want to devour each other, that's all.The anticipation nearly killed her. She was wet from the moment of the phone call until she opened the door to her apartment forty-five minutes later to let Jonelle in. She hurriedly shut the door and and threw the bolt, and they fell together in a scorching kiss right there. Jonelle's purse dropped to the floor.Laura nearly raped. The sight had the men turn in horror and sicken themselves, as the first two birlinns scraped up the shore. Tears were seen on every man’s face, as none could hold back the pain of seeing their family and clan like that. The others sailed another five more miles to their hiding spot and five men disembarked and pushed off the birlinn. They made their way to the horses and untied them, taking four each and rode back within minutes to their encampment. The birlinns were beached and men were.