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It didn’t take long and I was already on the way to my next orgasm. Her tongue felt amazing, and just when I didn’t think it could get any better I felt two mouths licking and sucking on my tits. I looked up at the mirror and two more doppelgangers had joined in. I screamed as this next orgasm was more powerful than the first and I squirted my juices all over the mirror. After I settled down, all the phantom touches stopped. I looked back up and there was only one of me in Hardcore the mirror again. She winked at me and waved goodbye. I laid back down and fell asleep in the floor. During a short summer break, I was spending a week driving around the west of Scotland and had booked a couple of nights on the Isle of Skye. For years considered a dramatic destination with romantic overtones, nowadays of course you don’t so much go “over the sea to Skye” as you go “over the bridge” to it – paying a hefty toll for the privilege - and this does tend to diminish the sense of romantic isolation. Nevertheless, the scenery when you get there is just as romantic and as dramatic as it ever was. I had booked into a small private guest-house hotel somewhat off the beaten track, partly for the added romance of its remoteness but also for its location in the north of the island, not asian far from the “Old Man of Storr”, a conspicuously phallic granite outcrop some 535m high. Just like so many passing tourists, I had seen it from a distance but never up close and I thought that the healthy trek up to it from the road might be rewarding. That was my plan for tomorrow anyway. I checked-in early in the evening and the woman of the house seemed pleasant enough but when I went down to dinner an hour or so later, I detected a strange atmosphere in the small dining room. As I entered, I was immediately aware of a group of about 6 guys at the little bar at the end of the room; they were the only others in the room and as I walked in, they suddenly stopped talking and, after a momentary pause to assess the interloper, they restarted their conversation – but in Gaelic. I felt very much the outsider and as I sat alone at my table in the window, the woman of the house took on a sort of “Mrs Danvers” persona teen as she served my meal; if you’ve ever seen that old Hollywood Classic “Rebecca”, with Laurence Olivier and Joan Fontaine, you’ll know what I mean; she was polite and efficient, while at the same time, rather grim and somewhat forbidding. 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His eyes were deep-set beneath soft black eye-brows and against the fire glow they seemed almost lustrous, while the blues and greens of his tartan kilt seemed to reflect in their rich blue colour. So much for sticking together. Who is Eddie planning to give me to?” I feel tears start to come down my cheeks. on the stage, the poncho lifted waist high, displaying, from behind, her Daisy just stayed quiet and put her arms around the blue-haired girl. Yes really. You look all flushed? "You're such a good boy Kyle," Mom kept saying as we kissed, "such a good boy." I turned to face him and watch him getting all flustered. "And don't forget, you must keep your eyes closed to get the full effect." I cupped my daughter on the cheek, wiping away her tears with my thumb, seeing her beauty shine brighter once the pain was dried from it. "My work public permit and visa are ready; do you want me to come up earlier?" It was charming mind you, but I hadn’t seen pigtails on my daughter in years. 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