"Elly couldn't take her eyes off his cock when we were in the tub." She has more than her eyes on it now," Sara said. "She's probably got her cunt lip...s on it." Or her tits," I added. We all laughed, and gradually fell asleep.Well, now that there were five in the house already, and Jessie was expected home for Christmas, it was obvious that we were running out of beds. So after Jeff went off to do some Christmas shopping and I went to the gym for my usual three hours of tennis practice, Paul and. In Irish mythology, Cessair was the leader of the first inhabitants of Ireland, before the biblical flood. Dealla was her companion. What our Mothers could not have known when they named them, was that their Daughters Cessair and Dealla would share a mental link together just as they (Mother Clare and Mother Cathleen) did with Mothers Shannon and Sheena. Coleen and Dymphna also share a mental link with each other. Our other Sisters don't seem to share a link that any of us are aware of.All of. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to handcuff my arms to the bed end. She then when back to the wardrobe and returned with a leg spreader, she roughly pulled my knickers completely off and then forced my legs apart and attached the leg spreader between them. She then returned to the wardrobe and spent some time examining the canes and paddles hanging there.All the while I was standing there bent over the bed end, my bum completely exposed and vulnerable, still smarting from the. That was the best decision I have ever made.I saw here there, she must have been around 39-42 years old, wearing salwar kameez, with her dupatta tied around her waist, walking fast. She was gorgeous. She was slightly dark, had big eyes, with Kajal around them and a small bindi. I was completely mesmerized by her body, her extremely well-toned breasts juggling up-down, up-down. Her big ass-cheeks moving in separate direction, for every step she took. Being a regular runner, I thought about.