It was still my birthday, I knew that.Did my name change? I thought about it and the name Francesca came tomind. Fuck, that was new! I'm not Franci...ne anymore! I looked aroundand my long curls got in my eyes. I brushed them out, accidentlyscratching my face a bit with my long nails.Long curls? Long nails? I reached into my purse and pulled out mycompact so I could take a look at myself in the mirror.Francine was definitely gone now. Francesca was way sexier, I thoughtwith a smile. I'm. I was treated first, to be expertly sucked to hardness followed by the other five. I was very pleased as I was by far the most well-endowed of all on show.By now, I could see the crotch of her panties was soaking wet so I suggested she get on the bed. Soon she was surrounded by six horny men all trying to get some action. Her panties were soon removed and she had a guy buried between her legs lapping at her wet swollen pussy. As she was being tongued, another hard cock was put into her mouth.. The snow of rain blow over our face we wiped with hand kept fresh mouth for kiss. I kissed her lips and fucked with tongue. It was haven kiss. I pressed her boobs for a long time. Kissed her whole face. That is a interesting thing when I kissed her lips, her nose and lip fully inserted in my mouth. My face is double size from her that is testy also.When we have reached the bus station that time total city was dark and many of car fog light flashing over the road. I offered her to open her lacy. "Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand, and the more I think on you the more I think long..." the words faded away as the woman's voice grew quieter."She's such a wonderful singer," William remarked. He looked at Duncan. "But somehow I seriously doubt I need to tell you that." No. She was, is, considered a successor of the ancient Irish Bards. Very unusual for a woman as they were generally all male." She is one of a kind. It was her singing that first caught my attention. Heck, that's.