"Perhaps a little more wine wouldn't hurt," he said after a short time. "Story telling is a thirsty business." Pat poured more of the wine in Grandfat...her's cup, and he continued after tasting it."Where was I?" he asked after that. "Oh yes, I remember. My ancestors were of the Southern Ui Neill from County Meath, and the eastern mid-lands. Mael Sechnaill mac Domnaill, Malachy II, was to be the last Hi King (Ard-Ri) of the Southern Ui Neill, and he was a fine Sorcerer in his time, too."When he. I gazed at Tommy. There was a strange familiarity to his face. Likewhen you see an actor in a show and you can't place what else they'vebeen in."Tommy disappeared over ten years ago. I'm making one last attempt totrack him down. I'm getting married you see and.... well, it's making memiss him more than ever. I'd love him to be my best man."Jack looked so sad suddenly and I found myself offering him a coffee.Minutes later we were sat at my dining table with our drinks. I washolding the picture.. She was learning on the fly, so to speak. What else would she come up with to surprise me? I went to bed and tried to think of anyone, anything but her.I awoke the next morning slowly, dreaming of her, naturally. And like most men on most mornings, I awoke with a rock hard woody to go along with my dream. Dreaming of her, and her incredibly tight cunt, was not what I needed to be doing in the morning, but since we don't get to choose our dreams, I allowed myself to enjoy the fantasy as I came. She was drooling strings of spit down onto my cock and lubricating it with her soft, but aggressive fist. “How many more times can you go?” she asked.“I’m not sure,” I managed to say. “Ungh,” I groaned as my cock started to build up again to its full length, hot red fire stiffening it. There were thin pale lines along my shaft from where her teeth had gently scraped me when she’d come up. I was so dazed from the release I hadn’t even felt their soft bite. “Well, let’s see.” Once my cock was.