Well, at least on Saint Patrick's Day I am. I started to tint my hair red many years ago and never turned back. Just between us, I am not really Irish... at all even though I have freckles and my faux red hair. My real name before I shit-canned it was Magda Kaminski and my family came from a small village in the eastern part of Poland. I was always a bit on the chubby side when I was a youngster and the boys would ceaselessly make fun of my big chest and huge round behind.When we immigrated to the. She normally dressed in quite unflattering formal work clothes or baggy sweatpants and hoodie which covered her quite small rack. I had never known her to have a boyfriend, she always said she was too busy with work, and she had never had c***dren, she always said looking after her cats was enough responsibility for her. Certainly, before moving in with her, I had never thought about her sexually, she was just my mums oldest friend.After moving in with her, Terri showed me the small private. ”Hmm” she said tasting her own juices “I do taste pretty good ,now I see why you keep going down for more. I would like to get Cindy to do that “I said sitting back “watching her eat you while I feed you my cock would really be awesome don't you think”. Claire sat up “I would like that”she said “ having two cocks would be even nicer”, “You have never had two guys at the same time”I asked her “I am surprised ". I said that”I loved fucking Cindy after someone else ,especially when we didn’t. The woman kissed her tenderly, it was not what she expected, her breasts were caressed, softly, gently, the hands of the woman sliding to her nipples, lips gently kissing her own, the fingers slithering round the areola like the touch of a butterfly. She found the kisses being returned, tongues flicking past teeth, hands automatically slipping under that jacket finding the bra through the thin fawn jumper, soft and warm, it was the first tiny piece of affection anyone bar that first boy had.