She was 55 and her figure was a more rounded shape. she was wearing a bright red Skirt Just above the knee.Black Tights and A White silky blouse with... her ample boobs pushing through, With red High Heels to match. It was a warm evening so Joyce put her coat on the back seet.Most of the jouney is on A roads,and joyce hates motorways.About an Hour into the journey joyce became restless and kept changing her position in the seat. I Noticed and asked her was she ok. Joyce replied " I knew i. She handed over the book to me and put her finger on the question. But my eye stayed on her finger only that was thing long nails were painted red with nail polish. As she was looking on her question I was trying to see her body. She was wearing white round neck t-shirt her boobs were tight and the shape was very much visible I realized first time the closeness of her breasts so close to my body my face was turning red and body was getting heat up with the warmth of her beauty. A fight was. The wee person was, in fact, female. A deeply ugly female, but a female nonetheless."A lady leprechaun?" Jim wondered aloud. All the stories of wee folk had always indicated they were men."An' howrya thinkin' leprechauns be makin' more leprechauns, ya bleedin' idyat?" she demanded, opening one bleary eye "Ya think the men folk fuck each other up their arses? Even when they do, ya don' get no babies that way!"She snorted and chuckled drunkenly, then started, both eyes wide."Me pot o'... You. . I put it in a safe place."Again, instantly and uncontrollably, my rage took over and I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her across the face violently. "I don't give a fuck about 'Mister Gabe'," I sneered, "give me my wife's ring." C" was sobbing now, the imprint of my slap on her cheek as she shook her head, "I ... I ... I can't". And I hit her again, twice, back and forth across the face. Suddenly she twisted in my grip, breaking loose, and turned to run towards the house. She.