Where I’m from it’s called an open kayak ... at least it’s not a coracle.Shannon’s Pot is two places: the Pub, and Legnashinna (Lag na Sionna)... a pool in the karst (landscape underlain by limestone that has been eroded by dissolution, producing ridges, towers, fissures, sinkholes, and other characteristic landforms) near Cuilcagh Mountain in County Cavan. An aquifer-fed naturally fluctuating pool, it is the source of the Shannon River. The Pot is not more than a kilometer north of the. "Put on your belt," Elliot barked as he put the car in gear."We clear on how this is going to work?" Elliot kept his eyes on theroad."Yes," Poppy whispered.She played with the hole in her pantyhose and rubbed her skinned knee.Elliot glanced over and then put his eyes back on the road.The safe house was set on the beachfront well away from the other housesin the area. It was three bedrooms with two baths, a laundry, and acombined kitchen-family room with windows that overlooked the beach. . A car horn sounded in the parking lot. Was this for me or someone else? I surely did not want to be late. The mere thought of him sitting and waiting on me in the lot, his anger ever increasing while I waited inside unsure of myself sent chills through me. I ran to the window and looked out. The view from my window only portrayed a portion of the lot and there was no police car in site. Again a horn sounded, and then I saw headlights flash from a parked car across the lot. I could not chance it. Your reaction tells me all I need to know, and I suck a little harder this time. I decide it is time to move on and, reluctantly, my hands and mouth leave your beautiful breasts as I return to give my full attention to your pussy.I gently push your legs apart as I position myself face down between them. Sliding my hands under your cheeks, I move upwards on your body, fully mesmerized by the sight of your wet pussy. As my mouth moves past your knees, I slow my progress and alternately leave long.