She had her head bowed down slightly, not being able to muster up enough confidence to look her cousin Craig in the eyes, but he could see quite clear...ly that her eyes were in fact locked on his rock-hard cock. He smiled to himself, then reached down with one hand and began to wank himself right there, out on his front doorstep where anyone might catch him. The thought of being seen while he played with himself really turned Craig on, as well as the immense feeling of power and control he had. I would never have guessed.”“Why? It’s not like we don’t have a lot of it back home!” she remarked.She’s messing with me... “Really ... In what part of Ireland?” I asked, raising a brow.She looked at me funny. “Like, everywhere?”I returned her look. “I thought you said it hardly snowed there.”The confusion intensified. Then at the same time, we both blurted out, “What are you talking about?”“Whiskey?” Muireann said first.I started laughing quite hard. “Oh! I thought you were talking about. Jane looked around apprehensively, feeling eyes on her from every direction, shivering a little from the cold of the night. She felt lonely and exposed, but she had her orders; there was no point in stalling.Walking over to the picnic table, Jane found the least dirty and rotten part of the surface and climbed onto it. She leaned back and spread her legs as wide as they would go, exposing the puckered lips of her shaved pussy to anyone who cared to look.Just then a gust of wind caused one of. Fortune telling? It's a trick used by shysters to separatefools from their money, I mean who here has ever even heard of the GOObefore. And really! What kind of name is 'The GOO', it's too crass toeven make it into one of those 1950's Hollywood monster movies."With a loud, very adult male harrumph, followed by a smoke ring, shereached into her sack for another hit of the bourbon.So far, my telepathic gift was not something I had learned to use; andstrangely, even if it wasn't a serious breach.