I bit down on her nipple gently which made her moan with her built up pleasure. “Bridget’s up next mate” the bartender said pouring me another whiskey. Sex I kissed her softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything.” She eased up as I lifted her and placed her pussy on top of my cock. “You choose” she said sweetly. I felt her spasm as she came. Part two: Song of the Siren
I didn’t go far from Sophie’s house; I went to the pub just on the edge of town. The unfortunate part was that her dress fit so snuggly against her breasts there was no way those babies were popping out. Bridget came back in a dress more presentable to the outside world. I let one of my hands trail down and cup the mound of flesh on her crotch. I have had at least three glasses of whiskey and was still sober. “You have no idea my dear” I said. She put both her hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper into her bosom. “Possible,” I said, “Well I’ll stay the night… then tomorrow I’m going to try and finish this stupid test.
