Me: whats your name?Maid: priyankaMe: so how old r u?Priya: 38 sirMe: do u work very honest at my home Priya: yes sir. Do have faith on me sir Me: so ...what kind of work do u do?Priya: cooking , washing, sweeping and all even your personal works also sir. She was uttering the last words with a little bit naughtily.Me: personal means?????????????????????Priya: sir it will understand to u slowly to u.Me: so what should I pay u?Priya:2000 pm n separate for your personal works is that k sir….Ok then. Well known locally, and to each other, as the 'Irish Boys, ' Barry, with 'Mad' McKeigue, Mullarkey, Gerald and Chris Hennessy, kicked up a storm. They played sports together, fought against others and amongst themselves at times, played hooky from school, scammed for money and generally raised hell, somehow always just avoiding trouble, be it from their parents, the police or worst of all the local priests.Being good-looking and in great shape, naturally he attracted the attentions of the local. " He leaned in closer. My eyes were defiant. He ignored my body language and I felt his fingers penetrate me, which felt wrong but, at the same time, it felt so right. “Oh god. You are a hot, wet thing,” he said as his fingers pulled out then entered me again. Stroking my clit with see saw movements, he made my senses go wild. I screamed. This was the most amazing sensation. “I love it, I love it, I love it,” I screamed. “Yeah, yeah yeah. Ooooooh god, oooooooh god.” I got louder. It was. The intense orgasm has totally drained her and her body is still recovering, unable to resist. Helplessly she watches as I approach again, her spread lifeless legs. She caught a closer glimpse of my immense phallus, it is at least 9 inches long and thick like a soda can. It is throbbing and pulsating like some mutated monster. I stare at the small patch of pubic hair between her legs excitedly, and the small perfect slit that is crowned by her little pink nub. She is still wet from her orgasm.