“I wish I had a few more visitors like you two coming in here for a wee dram or two, I could retire early.”I laughed and thanked him. In fun I res...ponded by saying Jen didn’t really want to be a Scots-MAN.“Och no, I did nae mean that” he laughed “No I’ll gie ye that, ye wee fireball wife is most definitely a Scots lassie all right, I seen that fae m’self last night.” Personally I realised the landlord was only talking about Jen being fiery with him about his promised free whisky drinks. He. I tweaked my nipples. I squeezed my tits. I cupped my curving ass. My fingers traced the tattooed vines flowering across my body, on my left leg up to my pussy, spilling around my pudenda, surrounding my left breast, and entwined about my right arm.More pussy juices rained down on me, the faerie tribbing so hard above me, moaning as they humped to the excited beat of the music. It pulsed faster and faster, building up my own excitement as Ealaín removed the last piece of her armor.She stood. Also, all the meetings and talks were apparently running late and some of the top executives, her husband included, might be working during the show. That’s right. Mr. Asshole would be working during my comedy show, the one his wife so thoroughly enjoyed… In my dreams, right? At least it was fun to think about. Fast forward to Thursday. I talked with the company’s event manager and, to my surprise, managed to successfully get my set cancelled that night and just take half pay. A couple of hours. In the brisk dry wind, they dried in a half-hour, and were able to be re-packed when the tents were taken down. " Someone got lucky if there are only eight," Dick remarked."Actually Bonnie, Tommy and I did," Sheila piped in, "Ricky used the emergency bag last night too." Obviously we have some thermal suits that work and eight defective ones," Dick Ray observed. "Whose thermals didn't get wet on them?"Nobody said anything till Tommy spoke up, "I never found mine. I slept in my underwear and a.