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soft at first and then quicker, quicker as she increased the pressure. She pressed her tits against the cold ceramic wall tiles.
    The cold hardness made her nipples stick out even more; the roughness of the tiles scraped against her and caused both erotic pain and pleasure. Reaching up into the small cupboard above the wall, she felt around until her hand grasped her pink dildo.
    Ah Mr T, come on down . Keeping her left hand on the showerhead; her pussy buzzed from the repeated hammering the high velocity of the water was giving her. She manoeuvred herself and bent down to sit on it, taking the head against her pussy and letting it slide in an inch. Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it; I’m taking your cock inside my pussy, Rory.  Yeah that’s it, push it in, and fuck my cunt. She pushed it the whole way in, the full 9 inches of it thick and round. Cass liked it extra thick and had spent the last year becoming accustomed to it. She really had no other hobbies to speak of, which was probably a sad indication of the general direction her life had been going in recent times . Stop over analysing for fuck sake!
    She began to pat her pussy with the head of the shower as she moved and squirmed on Mr T’s thick cock!  I’m gonna come soon, I’m gonna come, that’s it, fuck me harder, fuck my pussy harder . You big Irish bastard. Cass fell to her knees on the floor of the shower fucking herself. She used the wall as leverage and humped the dildo up into her pussy while moving the shower head up and down. The water gushed against her as she climaxed hard, panting and moaning. She lay there for a minute rubbing her breasts and clenching her pelvic muscles, slightly disorientated from the force of her orgasm. As she took the dildo from her satisfied pussy and cleaned herself up as she thought about Rory. Damn you Rorywhoeveryourare, thanks for that! She looked at Mr T, looking all pink and well-worn and felt a bit guilty after all his hard work over the past year. He had been replaced by a big Irish sexgod and was too dildo-like, rubbery and brainless to even realise it.
    “Sorry,” she whispered to him and grabbed her loofah.
     
     
     

    ( Cass)
    May misfortune follow you all your life
    And never ever catch you.
    Irish proverb.
    R ory felt strangely anxious as he walked through the front doors of The Muse gallery. He wanted Cassidy that much he was sure of; he wanted her more than he had wanted any woman in a long time. Maybe ever. But, he wanted her for her ability and talent too. It would allow him to get close to her, to figure out what kind of a woman she really was. In a recession, it paid to show that you still had the money to add art and expensive furnishing to your resorts, it made the clients feel more secure. Looking around the gallery as he walked through, Rory picked up pieces of sculpture and glass that were beautifully presented in alcoves around the main room. She had taste; that much was evident from the paintings and the work on display. He knew quite a lot about art, mainly what he liked and what he had studied on his own time, but he wasn’t as knowledgeable as someone like Cass. He admired her own artistic talent too and paused to study a series of paintings that bore her signature. His brother Darragh had bought some of her paintings a couple of years ago, without even knowing it was her work. He marvelled at how life unconsciously drew people into each other’s lives, without them even being aware of it. He pushed Darragh to the back of his mind. His brother was the only one who knew that he had found Cass. And to say he was unhappy about the deception was an understatement. He was livid that his brother had used his contacts to trace the Evans family, and wasn’t shy about letting Rory know exactly how he felt about it. Being the eldest of the O’Malley siblings, Darragh was also the most listened to and usually the most rational. He offered advice whether it was welcome or not and doled out the odd