He worked diligently on perfecting his London accent to fill his role as a disabled construction worker with no ties to Ireland at all. He went underground as a tourist moving from place to place with his camera and pretended boozing blending in without suspicion from any direction.His move back into London was brilliant because it meant he was right back in the midst of the very people who were searching for him at the far corners of the world. I licked at them and savored the taste of myself as his hugely stiff prick slid into my hole yet again. I knew I must have squirted because my juices were literally running down his face and beard as he came up into my open arms. "DADDY, YES, YES, YES, DADDY, FUCKING YESSSSSSSSSS!" The ecstasy I experienced under his mouth was incredible, out of this world. "Yes," I hissed, "Daddy yes." He sucked at my clitoris using his tongue like butterfly's wings and I came. I wrapped it into a fresh dish towel and brought it to. I went to fetch the ice bag - the big one that dad had bought after a cow had stepped on his foot - from the fridge. Once dried, I got her settled under the blanket, naked as she was. She didn’t talk, and I couldn’t find words either. I steered my apathetic best friend through the connecting door into the shower and washed her as cautiously as I could, but the softest touch of the washcloth on her bruises was enough to make her whimper. I sure am lucky, oh my god her tongue went deep into my pussy, I moaned and shiverred at the same time, this. Looking down at her body, it was gorgeous, I just couldn't imagine anyone this perfect being with me, once again, I'm chalking it up to the luck of the Irish. As I started to do this, I felt her hands on my butt, they were warm and I liked the feeling, she gently moved me and pulled me down until I felt her tongue hitting around my pussy, licking up all my juices that had oozed out.
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